[ And that familiar voice made Jakob begin to look down at what he held in his hand when they managed to get away.
Well, now that he's not being battered by snow (the thought of trying to turn that demonic waterfowl into dinner is tempting), he is able to properly look down and see that it is, indeed, Estinien! ...Who seemed to be a lot smaller than he remembered. Way smaller. His grip is gentler now. ]
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Well, now that he's not being battered by snow (the thought of trying to turn that demonic waterfowl into dinner is tempting), he is able to properly look down and see that it is, indeed, Estinien! ...Who seemed to be a lot smaller than he remembered. Way smaller. His grip is gentler now. ]
Estinien...? How exactly did you manage this?