[ Softening his expression so as to give Molly something other than worry to pick up on, he wraps his arms around him in the coat and nuzzles his temple, dropping a kiss there. ]

Molly is clever, it'll be alright. You're so smart, love, you'll be okay. This is scary but you're here and nothing will hurt you, I won't let it. Fjord protects Molly. Always.

[ Is it reassurance for himself too? Yes. ]

I'll figure out what went wrong and you'll be fine. Are you hungry? I'll have to go away for a few minutes to find food, but I'll come back ...