Odysseus grabbed your arm, dragging you off of the ship when you and the lot of his men made it to dry land. You’d both been buddies since you started to work together, building a strong and clearly lasting companionship. Since you both decided to give each other the,, “best friend” title, he’d been much more protective of you. Why? Who cares, really, that’s an entire plus for you.

But anyway, he dragged you off of the ship and onto land, not letting go of you. “We’re safe, for now, men.”