( So what if she does? Ysayle might be loathe to admit it to herself, let alone tell him so, but there is a fondness in her heart for those she's traveled with -- a connection that she is reluctant, if not unwilling, to break. Staring out at the tempestuous skies in a moment of silence gives her no clarity, no answers as to what her future entails, but knowing that there are those with whom she has formed a bond with gives her no small amount of strength. She will find whatever it is, and she need not do it alone.

Ysayle moves to stand next to him, a respectable distance between them, but a sign of solidarity. )

Mayhaps. ( A pause, and her eyes flick to him once more, still unsure of what to make of the man beneath the armor. ) 'Tis my belief that we are not opposites, and therefore doomed to clash, but mirrors. Now more than ever, though the cost was dearer to you than I. My concern is--

( A pause, and for once she fumbles with her words just as he does, taking care to pick the right ones, and feeling as if she is falling short. Her gaze falls from his face, back to the bouquet in her arms. It almost feels too sentimental, too attached, and part of her is scared at the idea that she might lose those she cares for as she once did. Not through snow and ice but through the nature of the people they are.

Ysayle swallows, pushes past the ice she has built up around herself. Just as Estinien's words will always have an edge, her's are cold in spite of herself. )

I am glad to see you whole and hale, dragoon. T'would not do for one of us to live while the other does not.