Mmmhm.

[ It's not a yes or a no, more of a thoughful hum.

Molly joins him, curls flattening under the (fairly warm enough for him) water. He looks fond as Fjord starts getting his own hair free, and reaches up to run his fingers through it. ]

It's getting long. [ He says, an comment to the side before he goes back to the question. ]

...and I do not know. I sure as fuck do not hope so. I'm happy that we have a lot of people around now that can help... and more spells for you.