closed starter for @witchertorsten note: PROGRESS DAAAAYYYYYY
A trip around the Queenset Isles didn't sound all that bad. Really, it felt like the kind of thing he had done back home. Throw a party. Show off Iskaldrik's many...wonders? Honestly, Lysara was so far from what he was used to that he wasn't even sure he could consider this something he had done before in any capacity. Seeing their innovations sounded intriguing, but magic still felt so foreign to him. Sure, he had the other side of him that could do more than what he had grown up believing in, but that wasn't what he himself could do. Then again, he still wasn't even sure about that. This place was so damn confusing and so damn...odd. Regardless of it all, he was positive that the only thing keeping him from wanting to go on this ship was Torsten.
Afshin wasn't going to say that he wanted his Kingsguard stuck to his side like glue, but he did. What if something happened to him again? Last time, he hadn't even been able to find him in time when he had been left in the gutter. What if someone tried to do that to him again? What if someone tried to take Afshin while he was on this ship again? His hand tightened within Torsten's non-mechanical one. Then the other lifted to gently poke the other's chest. "Be safe. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. If you see someone that wants to fight, you could always just turn the other way. People leave fights all the time. It doesn't mean you're weak. You just know your limits." He paused. "Well, actually you could probably beat anyone you wanted to. You're very...strong." His finger moved so that his palm was now firmly placed there instead. "Just be here when I come back please. Promise me?"
