[Aymeric does open his mouth to protest, but quickly cuts off the moment that gaze settles on him. He glances down at his plate and gives a quick nod -- letting Estinien off easy, it would seem. His head swims with far too many thoughts to well and truly process his aggravation, however teasing it might be.
Deep down, he knows would be easier if he just brought it up right now. It's better, certainly, than worrying himself in circles about the matter. Instead, he chews on his cheek, plate left to sit idle in his hand as his focus drifts in and out.
He replays the conversation over in his head. Turns the phrase "special kind of softness" around and around again. G'rhyf hadn't been wrong about that much -- the additional food on his plate, or the fact that Estinien had brought something to eat at all, says that much.
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Deep down, he knows would be easier if he just brought it up right now. It's better, certainly, than worrying himself in circles about the matter. Instead, he chews on his cheek, plate left to sit idle in his hand as his focus drifts in and out.
He replays the conversation over in his head. Turns the phrase "special kind of softness" around and around again. G'rhyf hadn't been wrong about that much -- the additional food on his plate, or the fact that Estinien had brought something to eat at all, says that much.
Without much thought, he offers up:]
I spoke to G'rhyf this morning.