[Estinien hides his expression quickly, but there’s a span of just a few seconds where Aymeric sees something. The shift in mood is enough to blunt whatever effort he’d put forth in approaching the topic at hand. Even if Estinien could have no idea as to where he was going with this subject, it was hardly encouraging behavior.]

That is correct. [His words come slow now, fretting anew over whether it’s worth pursuing at all. As he deliberates, his gaze falls to the floor, focusing on an errant piece of carpet.]

We were discussing the events of that… rather tumultuous weekend. The visitors we had. [Each word seems to come with considerable thought, dripping with the weight of his own turbulent thoughts.]

Orn Khai’s thoughts on our… friendship, came up.