[ There is no part of Estinien who took joy in parting the two. Especially as the Miqo'te continually pounds on the door until, he presumes, the twins escort her away. Silence fills the area as he moves to kneel down in front of the man he calls his brother. The steel-ice blue eyes move between Ayermic and untouched food. A sigh comes from him and a shake of his head. ]

It was not my desire to separate the pair of you. Especially for the good she does you. [ He, however, knows it is better that he do it as opposed to one of the other Scions coming to remove her themselves. ] I've no doubt that she will make a swift return and curse the Scions along the way.

[ A gloved hand raises and gestures to the food beside his brother. ] In the mean time, Aymeric. It would do you well to eat.