[Aymeric could guess why Estinien would visit such a place at the war's end. No need to pry into delicate emotions.]

Protection, for one. [He gave a dry laugh] Thank you, my friend.

[He was very, very grateful that Estinien was now carrying his clothing turned leaden weight.] Spectator sport? How much more clothing do you think I should take off, then? [His hands hover at his collar, jokingly.] There was some sort of sign for a spa. I would be very happy to wash the pond slime from my skin.