I do not think I know better. Since my recovery, I have hardly spent much time in Ishgard or Corethas. [ He instead has made peace with Dravanians, been given the armor of the ancient dragoons (that he in fact named in her honor), and been sent to the other side of the star to see to affairs for the dragons. He is a relic of a time in which Ishgard has begun to move forward from. While Aymeric may say he has a place in this Ishgard? Estinien knows that he must move forward from it all. ] None much knew what to make of the Warriors of Light, save perhaps Haurchefaunt and Aymeric. Both seemed to have their eyes full of stars for the sisters. Although, it was something different in Aymeric's eyes for one of them.

[ He shakes his head. ] Without you, Ysayle, the sisters would have not made it in time to stop the Archbishop. He took the power of Ascalan and attempted to drink in the power of primals within Asyz Lla. He became a primal of the King Thordan and his Heavens' Ward the Knights Twelve. I do not wish to think upon what would have happened if the sisters were but a moment later than they were.

[ Estinien casts a glance to see if any might be awake before looking forward once more. ] I suppose that would be your decision in the end. 'Tis you who are not resting within the aetheric sea. I would hear of what troubles your soul so that you cannot rest.