He moved to the side table and placed his short blade down, staring down at it with hard eyes. He shook his head and moved to lay on the bed, giving a small sigh.
He nodded, Turin was a good man and he missed him. Undoubtedly not as much as Nyra did, but he was as much a father to Amir as his own daughter. Amir offered his hand to her, beckoning her closer.
"I will keep the promise that I made to you and your father. I'll keep you safe until I can no longer draw breath." He told her as he held her, "I'll walk into Hell for you, Nyra, if it meant no harm ever befalls you."