[Estinien watches her, and for a moment he considers assisting. One quick quick glance at his clawed hands convinced him otherwise, however. He doubted he'd have an ample grip to pick up the shards, and his fumbling would merely make matters worse.]

Be that as it may...

[he pauses, because he's not entirely sure where he wants to go with that train of thought. Yenh is not Ishgardian, she did not live a life that ingrained horror and discussed at scalekin like he and Aymeric. It makes sense she is undaunted by his grotesque appearance, but he cannot help but feel he is doing her a disservice by inflicting himself upon her vision.]

...Regardless, I must needs find a cure for this, ere I become a true mock of Nidhogg himself. A horror that should never come to pass.