[Hearing the two of them, Estinien flinches. Though he doesn't agree with Amos, the insinuation about his condition are upsettingly plausible, and brings him back to the time in Venera that Amos apparently remembers all too clearly.

After a moment of hesitation, he sets Aerith down - he won't hold her against her will. Not until he's a lot more desperate.]

I do trust you... and I only hope that you can trust me.

[Now basically crouching on all fours, his wings laying flat, he growls at Amos. He may be struggling to move around, but there is one thing that he's fairly certain won't be all that affected by gravity.]

The man speaks of things he does not understand. [He turns his attention to Amos, now.] Your kind has taken enough from me! I'll not lose another comrade to your wretched master!

[Fire builds in his throat, rising until he licks against his fangs. He spits a concussive bolt of fire at Amos's feet.]