[ He sighs at that, shrinking back slightly. Molly doesn't really know how to deal with this, and he absently rubs his chest. Right where the claive had turn him open. ]

It seems like the Historian is here to put the Storyteller in timeout, so I'm not sure who else might.

[ Molly rubs his face, pacing with that restless irritation and fear that makes his tail swish with wide swoops. ]

This is just time correcting itself, just like it was always going to do.