[Jaskier has somehow gotten to the point where Estinien doesn't even give him a weird look when he pats him or touches his shoulder, which is something. Instead, he sighs, relaxing a bit as he crosses his arms.]

'Tis not... exactly pride that fuels my discontent. It... simply would have been preferable to know that... some action of mine had any effect of the result. That I was in control in any way.

[If they had fought or schemed their way out, it may have set him at ease, or at least felt like a proper victory. As it is, their escape was seemingly only a matter of happenstance, and the benevolence of a disconnected stranger.]

We've had control over little since being summoned here. Even in this place, where we can do anything at all... I cannot yet feel as if this power is truly ours.