#the estimeric dissertation is FINISHED

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Estinien caught him staring, raised an eyebrow without breaking eye contact.

‘Mooning over me won’t change my mind, Borel. I’ve survived over two decades without flailing around in some accursed pool. I don’t plan on starting now. Don’t you worry about me. I’ll be fine.’

And with that he was gone, vanishing into the late-afternoon light like a half-remembered dream. Aymeric took a very measured breath, fighting down the urge to scream and possibly chuck that apple core at Estinien’s head.

This was going to be harder than he’d thought.