[ The thing Fjord drapes him in is a world of colors, and his eyes widen as he's given a sleeve to touch. It's soft, threadbare in some areas and moon print faded a little, but it is really nice. It smells like incense and him.
Molly's coat.
It doesn't draw forth any memories of who he is, but he likes it. It's comfortable. ]
...empty.
[ Molly reaches to take Fjord's hand with a little smile, trying to make the big man feel better in the middle of his own literal existential crisis. ]
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Molly's coat.
It doesn't draw forth any memories of who he is, but he likes it. It's comfortable. ]
...empty.
[ Molly reaches to take Fjord's hand with a little smile, trying to make the big man feel better in the middle of his own literal existential crisis. ]