[Aymeric stands quickly to move to his side, a hand on his shoulder and a hand in his hair. He speaks softly, his expression pained.]

I am so terribly, terribly sorry, Francel. How thoughtless. How absurd- I should have known better. Should we retire somewhere more private? Or is this alright...? Should I go or would you prefer my company, as terribly as I have misstepped?

[This.... He really should have known better. Had he really become so numb to death? Surely not, but his depth did not match others with their personal ties.]