It's-- Esteban reaches out to squeeze her close, armor be damned.

He's not-- This wasn't a goodbye he expected.

Sure, the one-hour-before-departure is bad, and Esteban himself is the one telling Amaya that she should be on her way, rather than her deciding it on her own-- he still thinks she should, her nephews are too important to miss out on, and this just might be her one chance, her only chance. But he hadn't... thought about it.

He hadn't thought about it.

He's the touchy-feely kind, so his hug is long and very tight. He grins when they break away, bright and sunny.

He's selfish, inside, always wanting more from the people he surrounds himself with. He's selfish, inside, hoarding every second he has with them more preciously than gold or diamonds. He's selfish, inside, to already be missing her when she's right in front of him. He's selfish, inside.

But he's more assured when he signs it this time, smile never fading.

{Amaya! I-want-you-happy-I.} Well, he doesn't know the sign for very, but he exaggerates the 'big' enough that he thinks she'll understand well enough. {Big-big-big-happy!} So.

So.

{You-happy-how-you?} "What do you want t' do?" He'll help her. No matter what her choices are. He'll help her.