[ Estinien does not laugh, the sound is more of an amused snort than anything else, lips curved up into a wry smirk. She has a point if Aymeric were to send someone after him he would enlist the aid of the Warrior of Light, perhaps even give chase himself if the situation was pressing enough. The thought of both his friend chasing after him fills the dragoon with a brief sense of joy and relief.

Truly he is gladdened by the fact it is Ysayle who followed after him. ]

Did you worry for me Lady Iceheart? [ He glances over at her. ] I was not aware that our travels granted me the gift of your concern.

[ A part of him flinches at the sharpness of his own voice, not how he intended to sound in truth but how he speaks regardless. How else is he to react to such knowledge? To think the woman he bickered with, clashed with, would grow concerned for him is... well, he struggles to come to grips with it.

Estinien exhales before she has the time to respond, in a vain hope to soften his own words, shifting his weight: ] I thank you for it, if that is the case.