"Things won't always be that way, Essek."

With Essek on his lap and Fjord nosing at the elf's temple, arms around him, it feels cosy in the captain's cabin as if Essek is, momentarily, Fjord's responsibility. Anxieties and all.

"When we get home there are loose ends we need to tie up, but we won't be doing that forever. Any of us can disguise you, if you feel uncomfortable walking around in plain sight back home.

"We'll stick together, that's how you know things will work out."