[He doesn't reply to the whining at first. While a bed is a better comfort than not, the noble-bred entitlement to such comforts does little to endear him. If the lack of a bed will breed whining in this lordling, then he wonders what the more horrifying aspects of this place yet holds in store for this lord.

At the mention of "Estinien", he lets out a noise of discontent, but otherwise doesn't complain further. He can hear the weakness in his voice, and while he is not one to show much sympathy for others, he at least doesn't attempt to argue with the name.]

Mayhap you will find a use for that ill named toy.

[Okay, well it's not a full on argument, but it's hard not to comment!]

You should be grateful that you have shelter at all, not having a bed is scant your biggest worry. Do not expect the luxuries here that a noble such as yourself would otherwise be handed on a bejeweled platter in Ishgard.

Scarce do you need me to remind you: this is not our home. To expect aught but the worst is folly.