Estinien drifts over to him. It almost feels like a force of nature brings him, a cloud wandering across the sky, rather than the man actively choosing to be in Gaius's presence. The comparisons to a stray coeurl will not go unmissed.

"Your man seems determined to lecture me like I'm a wayward child," he mutters, crouching beside him at the fire. "One starts to wonder if he's jealous."