"You sound lowkey stressed as fuck about a bunch of stuff, things that aren't applicable while we're trapped on this shitty island. Overthinking things here will only depress you or turn you mad, and I like listening to you talk without wondering if you're scared of what you're disassembling in your head." Resting his cheek on a shoulder, Fjord wraps him up in a hug around his middle. "I can't reach in there to make you feel better about any of it, with my hands or my words — maybe only Caleb can, and that's alright — but I can hold onto you here or in front of the Bright Queen.

"I don't think I'm some sun that's going to burn radiant energy down on all the shadows you carry around. I could be a blanket in the dark, though. A barrier."