Estinien exhales out a weary scoff, beyond the point of being able to fight Yuya's generosity. He knows the type. No matter what he says, the boy most likely won't be dissuaded. It's almost heartening, in a way.

"Fine," he says. The distant campfire provides only flickering light between them. "Though I am sure they would say I have brought this upon myself."

Which he sort of did.