[ Fjord's headache feels better than Molly looks so he prioritises what he needs to do. First, he finds the wash basin and brings it to the bed, still with his own hair rumpled from sleep and the companion's fingers the night before, dabbing the handtowel in and wiping away the worst of the blood on Molly's oddly pale face.
He sounds rough, hushing himself for the sake of not alarming his friend. ]
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He sounds rough, hushing himself for the sake of not alarming his friend. ]
Stay still, you might feel sick if you move.