[ The sisters have always been an easy read to the dragoon. They wear their hearts on their sleeves, to their benefit or their detriment. It is a traight not unto them, but one he finds endearing to the pair of them. ]

I too hope, but, plans must be made otherwise. [ A nod, though the frown is clear in his eyes at the idea of losing yet another he sees as close to him. ] I see. Then, I would urge you to reach out to him.

Which... I suppose that leaves the duty of informing the other Scions to myself and the little lordling. [ Estinien cracks a smile for the first time, glancing down at Alphinaud. ] Who yet mayhap grow a few inches taller.

If you find the plan agreeable, little lording.