And thus Estinien finds himself gripped by a familiar wariness - what is with these people, anyway? He's already bracing to be told that it doesn't matter, that Jaskier doesn't want to hear it, but everything inside of Estinien is screaming that it does matter and he wishes that someone would just listen to him.

But while with Geralt he'd only had a general impression of him being a decent man, with Jaskier... he really and truly likes him. His own reaction to receiving this gift was enough to tell him that. He doesn't want this same confrontation to happen again, but he can't claim to be sorry, and he can't claim to be as uninvested as all of them seem to be.

"I'm not," he says, first and foremost, the directness of that statement jerking him out of his indecision. "I had only... assumed that given how closely you travel together, that you and Geralt would be of one mind concerning Thorne." His gaze shifts down to the ground. "And the lady Yennefer."

Still, he keeps the bottle of wine clenched firmly in hand.

"Geralt was convinced that nothing should be done, and that trying to do anything was either arrogant or deluded. Such was our 'disagreement'."