[ Era inclines her head at the mention of F.A.T.E.S, having let the purpose of her information gathering slip her mind for the past day. Understandably so, of course. If F.A.T.E.S. is displeased Era honestly would not be able to find it in herself to care about it all too much. She did her best and nothing less.
Rings held carefully in her hand, she uses the other to take Aymeric's in her own (or perhaps more accurately wrap her hand around the ends of a few of his fingers, as his are so large where hers are so small). Era isn't sure where they're meant to go from here but knows that he likely had the bureaucratic nonsense figured out ahead of time.
She keeps him to her left, as that is where she lacks a horn and is most vulnerable until it grows back. What Era cannot hear coming Aymeric most certainly will - a fact that eases any lingering tension. ]
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Rings held carefully in her hand, she uses the other to take Aymeric's in her own (or perhaps more accurately wrap her hand around the ends of a few of his fingers, as his are so large where hers are so small). Era isn't sure where they're meant to go from here but knows that he likely had the bureaucratic nonsense figured out ahead of time.
She keeps him to her left, as that is where she lacks a horn and is most vulnerable until it grows back. What Era cannot hear coming Aymeric most certainly will - a fact that eases any lingering tension. ]