I don't trust anyone on this island except you and Molly.

[ If Lucien makes an appearance, the trio is one down.

He eases away, removing himself from Caleb to fold his arms and perch on the edge of the table, his smile warm and a blush undiluted where it stains across his cheeks, betraying his cool despite Fjord's even tone. The look he gives him is a long one, weighing up their friendship. ]

So, I don't like thinking about you with just anyone out there.

[ Jerking his chin to the door. ]

Is that a surprise?

[ He hopes it's not, at least not too big of one. After he thought about it for a while (fretted) he knew for himself. ]