Lehna frowned, shoulders slumping for a moment. There was no way Estinien would play this sort of game with her--not knowing how she felt about such things. Had he... forgotten? It was an impossibility, and yet...

"Passing faces?" She nearly spat the words, venom laced in every syllable. Instinctively, she reached for a lance that was not there--and then, frustrated, glared up at the elezen once more. "I would have thought killing Nidhogg and saving your arse would have left at least a vague recollection, but what do I know?"

If a brief thought that this, perhaps, might not be the Estinien she knew, passed through her mind--she ignored it and instead decided to take her annoyance at the situation on whoever the Seven Hells this was.