[Estinien notices the birds becoming more restless, and it's the first time he really absorbs their connection to the ones that now live in his valley. An instinctive creation of Jaskier's, perhaps? He wonders what it means.

But he can't keep his expression from softening slightly as Jaskier expresses his concern over the idea of going back to Thorne. Truthfully, Estinien has yet to think of a way to do so that isn't downright suicidal, but that doesn't make it any easier to shrug off.

He smiles, though. It's uncertain and a bit lost, but he appreciates the sentiment.]

I've been trying to find out much the same in Solvunn - though you might have better luck in the Free Cities if they are more practiced in spurning Thorne's advances. You're right, though. I know there would be little hope of saving anyone, as it is now. And yet...

[He exhales, a shivering tension on his breath.]

Every day, I prayed that something would change, that I might find the strength to save myself and the others. Yet, 'twas only the mercy of a stranger that saved us in the end... and for reasons that are withheld from us.

...I cannot merely be a leaf blown about in the wind. In the absence of a champion, we must become our own saviors.