The world on the other side of spell is almost impossible to recognize after that week in the tavern. As Estinien first staggers out to greet it, it's as if the sun itself is doing violence against his eyes, so used to the dim lighting he'd become. Some part of him vaguely reflects on the irony of the blood he tracks across the mouth of the Innocent's cavern, his crimson-stained feet an almost comical contrast to the beautiful valley before him.

What's more, it's a sign that he can finally succumb to his wounds. He makes it several steps before sinking down to his knees, his blood-soaked visage curling into the grass only a moment after. His white hair is stained with red and black, the rags of what was once his robe torn and hanging so grievously that he's practically naked. It only makes the wounds littering his back and various blade marks lining his arms and shoulders all the more obvious, still seeping blood. His face is covered in gore, having torn out someone's throat not long before.

He doesn't have the resources to think about dignity right now. Instead, he seems to pass out among the flowers, breathing raggedly. If he were to die here, at least it'd be a nice place to go.

Once he's had the benefit of some rest and healing, Estinien eventually makes his way to one of the nearby ponds. After drinking his fill, and cleaning the worst of the mess from his face, he removes what remains of his rags before slipping in.

It's a pleasant temperature he finds, and was shining, clear water - at least until the cloud of blood and ichor starts seeping off of him. It feels almost like sacrilege, washing himself here, but he doesn't exactly have any other options. His white hair finally starts to show its natural colours as he dips beneath the surface.

At first, he keeps low in the water, conscious of the fact that he's not alone in the valley - but over time, he straightens up, showing his scarred, muscular body as he squeezes the moisture from his hair. He's not the sort that would usually bathe publically without some sort of covering, but for once he isn't really thinking about that.