[Aymeric watches Francel's hands, noting the shake. He listens with the rapt attention befit of a man in his office. He gives him a solemn nod. ]

At his memorial, I heard of your life long friendship. My deepest condolences.

[He tries to make eye contact.]

There are times when we must drink ourselves into the next moon. [He places a hand on one of Francel's and gives him a brief yet firm squeeze.]

Is there truly need for you in Coerthas? I ask not to be unkind. The end of the war and the alliance with the rest of the city-states has allowed us unforeseen possibilities. With your youth, there is so much yet you could do besides guard duty.