[ In many ways Estinien is in his element. She wonders if this was really what it was like for him day in and day out before the Calamity, before he lost his hometown. She doesn't ask much about it though she has learned bits and pieces over the course of the years. It's an understandably difficult topic.
He calls them bastards, but she can't miss the fondness in his voice. ]
Would I?
[ Debatable. She can put away quite a bit herself despite her stature. ]
They have to eat to grow all that wool--
[ In that same breath she suddenly flings a turnip at Estinien's head. ]
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He calls them bastards, but she can't miss the fondness in his voice. ]
Would I?
[ Debatable. She can put away quite a bit herself despite her stature. ]
They have to eat to grow all that wool--
[ In that same breath she suddenly flings a turnip at Estinien's head. ]