[Truthfully, Aymeric hardly knows what to make of his own thoughts on Ysayle. Doubtless, her actions -- intentional or otherwise -- had led to the deaths of not just his men, but no small amount of innocent souls both within Ishgard's walls and Coerthas abroad. Yet even by that same logic, he knows that the same could be said of him. Regardless of intention, he had not only been ignorant to the truth, but had taken precious few steps to change that.

Things had been drastically different, just a few months ago. The truth had come to light, and change had been thrust upon them all. Yet even that was a luxury, built upon yet another pile of blood and bones -- only this time Ysayle's had been among them. Even forward progress was a privilege.]

'Tis no burden at all. [He answers without thinking, but finds he doesn't regret the words even as they hang in the air.] Nay, I would daresay it would be an honor to travel in your company. If nothing else, we have much and more to discuss, and this is hardly the best avenue through which to do so.

[The corner of his mouth quirks upward into a faint smile. Had Estinien only just said something similar to him, no less than a fortnight ago? The only difference is the tension that might have existed between the two of them. One that he quickly seeks to put to rest.]

You deserve to know of the peace your legacy has brokered between ourselves and the Dravanians.