[ Molly takes him into his arms, holding him close and planting a kiss on the half-orc's forehead. Soft, loving. So is his voice when he speaks, even if it has steel in the conviction of his words. ]
Hey. That's some bullshit, Fjord. This wasn't your fault.
[ He strokes his hand over where Fjord's own was covering the former harpoon wound, nothing more than a bruise now thanks to the talented hands of their healers. It had been horrifying, being pulled back like that and feel his flesh tear as the water resistance fought him all the way down, but none of that had been Fjord's doing.
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Hey. That's some bullshit, Fjord. This wasn't your fault.
[ He strokes his hand over where Fjord's own was covering the former harpoon wound, nothing more than a bruise now thanks to the talented hands of their healers. It had been horrifying, being pulled back like that and feel his flesh tear as the water resistance fought him all the way down, but none of that had been Fjord's doing.
Just his abusive ex-patron's. ]
I'm okay.