Aymeric once again opens his mouth to protest only to find that the words won't quite come. He closes it again with a frown, actually considering the offer - the demand, really.

That's the sort of thing one is supposed to do with husbands, isn't it? That's the entire reason he always thought it wasn't fair of him to have one, he wouldn't be able to give them the time, the attention they deserved. He thought it would be different with Sae, and perhaps it is, but that doesn't mean it's entirely fair to expect him to just hover round the house all day until he can go back to adventuring without it causing some kind of diplomatic bother. Rest is one thing, but so used to travelling as he is the De Borel manor must be stifling, restrictive.

All the people who insisted upon the marriage must understand, Aymeric reasons to himself, that it's a partnership, however political it might have been, and they aren't going to get all the benefits they've been hoping for if the warrior of light is unhappy. Ergo, it's perfectly reasonable for Aymeric to take a trip at his husband's insistence.

He is quiet for a long moment, but eventually he nods.

"Since there is only one answer to give, I shall give it. Very well."