It will not be a permanent grief -- they are both willing to put aside their personal wants for their goals, after all -- but for a moment Ysayle mourns for Aymeric, that life would force him into this marriage with her rather than one out of love. It is clear his belief is heartfelt, that his humbleness is not done out of necessity but from his very character, that denying a good man of such a large joy seems cruel indeed. But this is Ishgard, not the village she grew up in, and it is doubtful that he would have had that right to begin with.

That she thinks so much of him after so little time in his company is shocking, and something Ysayle intends to take to her grave. Far be it for her to be known as someone easily won over by good intentions and similar ideals.

"No," she admits, crossing her arms in front of her and leaning back in her chair. She is not defensive, but rather contemplating the facts of the matter. "Yet I summoned her unto me in order to forge the way ahead, towards peace. I would see my folly have a chance to be used for that purpose, should dire need arise." A small, hesitant moment before she meets Aymeric's eyes again. "Every time I call upon her my own life shortens. But know that I will not hesitate if doing so will protect our dream."