[ The picture Molly makes cradled in a bed of Melora's flowers is enough to have Fjord let go of some of his worries and he lays a kiss on the tiefling's brow, quietly closing the door.
An intrepid plan is put into motion once he takes a look at the dock out back, now teeming with fishermen confused as to why the jetty has sank. It looks safe enough. He finds Yasha and asks if she's willing to take a swim to find Molly's boots, the both of them heading down to the beach where he casts Underwater Breathing and watches her head into the waves, strong enough that if anything anything attacks (they feel it's unlikely in broad daylight and with Fjord ashore) she's powerful enough to return quickly. Fjord would go in himself ... but that idea doesn't fly with either of them for more than a moment.
It only takes ten minutes for Yasha to return with Molly's soaked boots, the pair of them having fallen close to where the walkway was and washed further in with the tide. As she claps him on the back and heads off to get dry, he sets Molly's shoes by the back door to do the same in the hot sunshine, then commences his search for breakfast. Meat comes in the form of a burrito, sweeter snacks of croissants and fruit on the side in classic Menagerie style, Fjord stacking a few bacon strips on the plate for good measure. He eats downstairs with Jester, both of them agreeing to leave in the afternoon to let Molly gets some rest. She says she'll tell Caleb the plan for which Fjord is grateful, not wanting to bring more inconvenience to everyone's plans than he already has. Not personally, anyway.
The tray he carries upstairs for Molly has a jug of juice, sugary-sweet to help with the blood-loss of the previous night. He sneaks into the bedroom and climbs over the hemming flowers, disturbing the mattress with his weight as he sits down beside one cosy purple bedbug.
Fjord strokes Molly's hair, coaxing him awake ... then waves a bit of bacon under his nose for good measure. ]
Wakey, wakey, rise and shine. Room service for Mister Tealeaf.
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An intrepid plan is put into motion once he takes a look at the dock out back, now teeming with fishermen confused as to why the jetty has sank. It looks safe enough. He finds Yasha and asks if she's willing to take a swim to find Molly's boots, the both of them heading down to the beach where he casts Underwater Breathing and watches her head into the waves, strong enough that if anything anything attacks (they feel it's unlikely in broad daylight and with Fjord ashore) she's powerful enough to return quickly. Fjord would go in himself ... but that idea doesn't fly with either of them for more than a moment.
It only takes ten minutes for Yasha to return with Molly's soaked boots, the pair of them having fallen close to where the walkway was and washed further in with the tide. As she claps him on the back and heads off to get dry, he sets Molly's shoes by the back door to do the same in the hot sunshine, then commences his search for breakfast. Meat comes in the form of a burrito, sweeter snacks of croissants and fruit on the side in classic Menagerie style, Fjord stacking a few bacon strips on the plate for good measure. He eats downstairs with Jester, both of them agreeing to leave in the afternoon to let Molly gets some rest. She says she'll tell Caleb the plan for which Fjord is grateful, not wanting to bring more inconvenience to everyone's plans than he already has. Not personally, anyway.
The tray he carries upstairs for Molly has a jug of juice, sugary-sweet to help with the blood-loss of the previous night. He sneaks into the bedroom and climbs over the hemming flowers, disturbing the mattress with his weight as he sits down beside one cosy purple bedbug.
Fjord strokes Molly's hair, coaxing him awake ... then waves a bit of bacon under his nose for good measure. ]
Wakey, wakey, rise and shine. Room service for Mister Tealeaf.