[ He briefly turns his face into the sleeping bag when they get applause, snorting as he looks back over at Molly's question. ]

I think he's probably one of the people clapping, glad to know he packed that little bag so well.

[ Gods. Fjord brushes the curled backs of his knuckles down Molly's tattooed cheek, enjoying the sight of him as music picks up somewhere outside. ]

You're ... You will stay here tonight, won't you? With me.

[ Once they clean up, at some point. ]