Estinien crosses his arms around his chest, staring down at Jaskier's hand as he touches him. It's not unwelcome, exactly, but it's clear that Estinien rarely receives or applies affection that way. To some degree, it seems that he doesn't know what to do with it.

After a long moment of silence, he huff through his nose, shaking his head.

"'Heroic types'..." he repeats, almost as if he can't quite believe it. Yet, from the outside, he understands why it might seem that way? He's generally been acting with the best intentions, he supposes, but the idea of him being part of any genuine heroism is still fresh to him.

"I merely know that I cannot stay my hand for want of better men and woman to take my place. I feel as if I am already an outlier in this place... as not many see any pressing need to involve themselves in this situation. Even less, to make a stand against the will of others."

This is something that genuinely troubles him... the increasing feeling of being alone in this, and of not being able to rely on others to see things done. He's still bothered by Sam's cook out, even if they did talk themselves around to a more positive outlook on each other's actions.

"Yet, how could I face myself... were my lack of action to cause something terrible to befall my homeland?"