[Up until this point, Aymeric had been operating under the assumption that he was communicating with a stranger. A familiar sounding one, mayhap, but a stranger nonetheless. With the firmness in which the woman calls Estinien to mind not by name, but by a title that he hasn't heard his friend throw around in public since his arrival, he's a touch taken aback. He's silent as he sifts through the memories, trying to trace back where and why he knows this voice.

He feels a touch foolish when he finally alights upon the answer. It doesn't change the sentiment of the conversation, though.]

Ah, Lady Dangoulain. [Even if she isn't looking directly at the camera, the sheepish note his voice carries will say all it needs to.] You mistake my offer of kindness as one of selfishness. I need not the assistance for myself, but rather that I would be happy to offer all I could to another if I thought it might help.