He imagines he must be right on the money with that. And gods, Estinien has a bit of a shit laugh, but there's heart in it as well. He is, once again, a bit glad that the elf in reality is quite a bit less intense than his... well, the literal manifestation of his ego?

And more talkative for the white-haired man Jaskier had first mistaken tales of him for.

He chokes on his next breath, coughing to clear his throat. "I -- I'm sorry, you said the greatest? The greatest hero? On a -- on a whole sphere?"

Oh, there's follow-up to that. Thank the gods.

Nevermind. It doesn't really explain everything.

"I do understand the concept of a hero being rather morally good. Selfless, like you said." It's also that he's never considered heroes -- not in the stories he knows, the wealth of them -- to be small draconic women who inhale wheels of cheese.

Not that there was a thing wrong with that.

"You know, you make it sound as if besting gods is a side job for her. Ah! I'm imagining it. The sort of world that has gods running around like pests, sticking their noses into -- now that I think about it, that does sounds like most gods I know." Perhaps that remains true even here, where the gods are forgotten and often have no names. Perhaps they, too, were pests. "I'll take your word as honest, then. I don't feel as if you're a man whose admiration is easily won."

Just a guess.

Also, it'd be really helpful to know someone who was quite willing to help and a healer. Simply as an added bonus.