Molly replies by slinking his tail around a thigh, the spade resting on Fjord's knee.

All my magic stuff is good. [ He says, as he's only seen a few battles since he was raised again. He was still getting used to the new scimitars, but he's definitely enjoying them. ] Let's make sure we have healing potions, though.

[ This is really strange, kind of domestic but at the same time just a chat that they would have normally? Yet at the same time he's next to Fjord and leaning his head to a shoulder with a pleased sigh. Gods, how is he so fucked up about this? He doesn't even know exactly what's scaring him.

Choking down a yawn, the tiefling kisses a shoulder. ]

You fucked my brains out again so I think I'll try to sleep. Leave the fruit for the morning.