[Lucky for Rhy, Jaskier is far from want to complain of it, either. He tips his head, following him, taking a stool close against him. No, he hardly needs an invitation.

He needs to behave himself. The last thing he wants to do is drive the man off, simply because Jaskier is... a fucking mess.]

Ah. You're in Thorne. [He should've known. The friends he makes in the Horizon are always worlds away, aren't they? Two glasses appear before them, and he signals his hand seemingly to the air. Moglad flutters down, carrying a bottle of wine.] I was in Thorne when I first came here, but I'm far from it now. Across this continent, really.

[He looks up, giving him a teasing smile.] Unfortunately, we have no future trysts in the Thorne baths ahead of us.