"Uh..." There's a bit of a pause, Esteban's work abandoned as he glances at his friend, but he doesn't quite know what to say to that. And this all stemmed because--
"It's... just how it is in my world." He didn't mean to confuse her, and worse, her confusion is confusing him. Maybe he'd best step away from all that after all. He works the dough off his hands gently as he kneads the bread into a ball, before throwing a cloth over the bowl that contains it. He washes his hands in the basin of water they've brought, and dries them over the small firepit, distracted.
"Why... did the Elves need th' Mistrals?" He eventually asks, because this back and forth, even if a bit painful for his friend-- it can at least help him understand her. Understand what she went through. He'd tried to help with tales of his own world, but... it doesn't seem to have helped. So Esteban is going to try the next best thing and listen, and try to understand, and try to fix things as best he can.
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"It's... just how it is in my world." He didn't mean to confuse her, and worse, her confusion is confusing him. Maybe he'd best step away from all that after all. He works the dough off his hands gently as he kneads the bread into a ball, before throwing a cloth over the bowl that contains it. He washes his hands in the basin of water they've brought, and dries them over the small firepit, distracted.
"Why... did the Elves need th' Mistrals?" He eventually asks, because this back and forth, even if a bit painful for his friend-- it can at least help him understand her. Understand what she went through. He'd tried to help with tales of his own world, but... it doesn't seem to have helped. So Esteban is going to try the next best thing and listen, and try to understand, and try to fix things as best he can.