The next morning Estinien is expecting some form of blowback. On a deeper level he knows nothing in his life that is good can come without Nymeia taking another thing as compensation for his happiness, and misery waits around every peaceful corner.

On a surface level, he knows Valdeaulin exists.

Strangely, the man does not lash out at them for conspiring to have sex on his watch. Estinien even barricades the watercloset door when he uses it just in case Valdeaulin decides to ambush him at his most vulnerable again, but the man gives no critique. Perhaps it's that Severa had words with him last night, or he had words with himself, but if anything the man seems completely disinterested in discussing who spent their night with who.

It's not until they reach the capitol proper that anyone gets time alone, regardless. With the civil war heating up it's surprisingly easy for them to slip in unnoticed, especially with an unmasked Gaius leading them, and they take shelter in an unoccupied building previously under the XIVth's occupancy. Estinien wears his hood loose over his ears and tight over his forehead, and broad as he is for an Elezen he at least can escape being picked out of the crowd. Less so for Valdeaulin, grumpily staying hidden with his facial tattoos giving the entire game away.