[ That middle ground is one that Estinien will most likely not be of any aid in helping find. He himself has yet to settle on a middle ground of his own. His burning need for vengeance and rage has seemingly all dried up, leaving him to wonder who he might be now. There is a sense that he must now live to uphold the hopes laid at his feet by dragons and Ysayle alike... yet he is hardly the sort of man for that. Such a thing should fall to men as good as Aymeric or the Warriors of Light. ]

She sent a letter to you without the fanfare of being a Scion of the Seventh Dawn, Aymeric. I am certain she would wish you to accompany her. Do not tell me you are so thick skulled that you could not see that. [ He rolls his eyes slightly, looking away towards the window. ] It was clear to see even to me during our travels in the Churning Mists that her thoughts often drifted back to Ishgard. Mot certainly they drifted to you... which begs the question. When did the two of you begin your courtship?

[ Surely, despite all going on, Estinien would not have missed that.

A hand raises to dismiss the notion. ] Airships depart at all times. I can wait till the morrow.

[ He pauses as something brushes against his leg. The dragoon drops his gaze down to his legs to find the sight of a familiar feline. The old bugger still lives? What a stubborn cat. An eyebrow raises as the old Borel cat stares in return. One might think perhaps the two were having a silent conversation. However, Estinien has never truly gotten along with the family pet. ]

I would wonder if your affection for a Miqo'te is because of your feline companion, but, I rather doubt his friendliness would instill that in another.

[ The cat meows lowly as if to protest Estinien's presence all together. ]