[ His arms loosen around Molly as he settles down and their fears ease, tracing idle circles between lavender shoulders instead. ]

Sometimes the Wildmother would lowkey talk to me through my dreams but I usually cast Commune these days ... I don't randomly belt my dreams out into the skulls of those nearest to me, no.

[ Yawning as he rubs his eyes with one hand, ] Would be far more embarrassing than saltwater vomit if I did.