A soft There, there is murmured into Essek's hair mid-way through the impromptu breakdown. By the time Essek is done ugly-crying and is sniffling instead, a snotty mess, Fjord reaches over for the tea-towel. Napkins and serviettes there are not.

"Here."

He continues to gently rub Essek on the back as the guy finds his equilibrium.

"Feeling a little better?"