I believe that she is the goddess of both spring and winter. It would be as if killing the locksmith ere he could open your door. I imagine that we would be trapped with an eternal winter, as is one of my worst fears if we are to be stranded here indefinitely.

[Aymeric looks at him for a bit longer, his posture slackening.]

You're telling me that I would have had to fight you to get you to help me. That's hardly a desirable position, Estinien. Especially with such a delicate matter... I fear, however, that this will be far from the last time that we will need to bed our way out of trouble.