[He seems fraught, though he nods with solemnity. Though Estinien had said it at least five times in as many minutes, it only started to sink in. And he considered it. ] Days ago I had felt robust, powerful, alert. I feel this way still, but I can't seem to dam the rushing river of my thoughts. I sleep no longer. In Ishgard I certainly would have been put to death. Well, perhaps in the days before the Inquisition had its teeth plucked from its maw.

[he steps closer, though his head is bowed. It seems unlikely that he would try to kiss him again like this. His arms find their way around his shoulders and he holds him in a hug. ]

Hold me, Estinien.