[ Using his free hand to take out his sodden ponytail, Fjord starts drying his hair one-handed, reluctant to let go of Molly as he worms his warm palm under his own borrowed shirt to find a waist. He means a lot to Molly. Hmm. Trying not to look too pleased is a mission. ]

It went fine, actually. We forgot to send over the garlands for the church pews, one of Melora's friends has a son getting married tomorrow. She was already there and Caduceus had concrete plans, so naturally my own rationalising of 'I'll be there and back in an hour' utterly crashed and burned.

But, Molly — sweetheart, [ being especially soft with him tonight seems like a good idea, what with how rattled Molly's been, ] I want you to know that nothing will ever be seriously wrong between us unless I mention it. I'll tell you if we have a problem big enough for me to run off into the sunset. Which I wouldn't. Alright? I don't want you panicking over us like that, it makes me feel awful to think of you in the cold for hours on end.