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[It's truly kind of ridiculous, but Aymeric still gets a bit of vertigo whenever he's up somewhere this high. It doesn't have to be real--even just staring down into a virtual abyss is enough to make him feel lightheaded. He squints, then sighs.
Meanwhile, Lady Commander Aymeric de Borel is as beautiful and unfazed as ever, seated neatly on the edge of the jutting spire. Her hair flutters in the simulated winds.]
I was hoping to be out of your hair by now, [he writes,] but I think I'm going to need a little more time after all. [Aymeric's head turns toward Estinien with a click.] Many apologies for that.
Meanwhile, Lady Commander Aymeric de Borel is as beautiful and unfazed as ever, seated neatly on the edge of the jutting spire. Her hair flutters in the simulated winds.]
I was hoping to be out of your hair by now, [he writes,] but I think I'm going to need a little more time after all. [Aymeric's head turns toward Estinien with a click.] Many apologies for that.
