[Wordlessly he watches as she goes through the trash. Estinien is no stranger to getting dirty—he has far had his share of being splattered with gore and god knows what else when it came to slaying dragons—so he finds Merlwyb's reluctance to get any soot or grime on herself amusing.

For a pirate, she sure was acting dainty!]

You have the right of it. Scant have I found aught of use. A waste of time and effort.

[He does spare a glance at Merlwyb's trophies, an unseen brow quirking at her bounty.]

A bottle... Plan to bottle some snow for safe keeping?

[because, snow is so hard to find... you know...]