[For a mercy and a wonder, the wyrm seems to be struck as silent as Estinien is by the proclamation, and Estinien wonders for the briefest of moments what that could mean before deciding that as long as the ghost is blessedly silent, he doesn't care.

He claps his hand on Aymeric's shoulder as he comes closer.]

You need not take every injury in the world upon your shoulders. It was my lapse in judgement that led to my fall, and none other.

[He then moves to walk past Aymeric, casting a glance back over his shoulder.]

If you insist on punishing yourself, I can hardly stop you--but there's no need of it.