Licyn's raised eyebrow could be eloquent, in a vastly different context than being sweaty from the trip over in a rowboat to a privateer's ship after having been onboard one or the other of the two pirate ships for weeks by now.

"If you're going to trust your life to untested magic," he says, smiling, "Put the odd suit and helmet on first. That you at least know will work as intended. This? Might as well crush you upon its breaking open. Magic is trickier than anyone likes to think."

Or his justifiable paranoias from his own life means he trusts nothing untested, and nothing found (or stolen) out of convenience. Not to play his life on, at least.

"Take care, love. It won't go back in once it's out."