lysander is nothing if not sentimental. his time in tural was tumultous, to say the least, but his thoughts always wandered back to eorzea. to the many familiar faces that have crossed his path, etched themselves deep into his memory. ishgard has long become a place dear to his heart, and so has aymeric. without him, everything would be so very different.
he lets himself linger on the way that scarf suits him so well. a good purchase, if that smile on aymeric's face is any indicator. mayhap bringing back souvenirs is silly, though lysander hasn't the time nor desire to think about it.
"well," he muses, peeking past aymeric at that ever-full desk of his. lysander snickers. "if you're certain, i will be the last to say no to some catching up. that, and finally some warmth from your fireplace... " lysander rubs his cold hands together. this, he has not missed about ishgard at all.