[The lack of words of comfort are a comfort in and of themselves. Rose can no sooner imagine Estinien trying to reassure someone than she can imagine him growing a second head. If anything, a second head would suit his demeanor better than words of reassurance.]

[Her smile returns, although by this point it's almost certainly a byproduct of the liquor. This hasn't lead to a fight, and for that she is pleased.]

Newly arrived. So far, this has been far more peaceful than my time in Gyr Abania, but I have no doubt that will change soon. I am told our hosts are not quite as hospitable as they present themselves as.

[She takes another look at Estinien. Very little seems different. Almost too little.]

I take it you've arrived here recently as well?