[ As drunk as he is, he feels stone-cold sober next to the hot mess on the floor. The girl on his lap looks concerned and agrees to help him take Molly to his bed (for an extra gold coin, which she earns) and the two of them get Molly off the floor to sling his arms around their necks and waist, all but carrying him up the stairs. It's a comedy of errors because she's probably the reason neither of them fall when Fjord's balance wobbles.
It takes ten minutes but eventually Molly is laid out on his own bed and Fjord is sat on the end, catching his breath. It's quiet. The floor is swirling a bit between his feet. He tries not to think about anything Molly burbled downstairs, inwardly debating if he can make it back to his own room. ]
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It takes ten minutes but eventually Molly is laid out on his own bed and Fjord is sat on the end, catching his breath. It's quiet. The floor is swirling a bit between his feet. He tries not to think about anything Molly burbled downstairs, inwardly debating if he can make it back to his own room. ]