[ Fjord lets him gather his senses, unable to keep his gaze averted when Molly retches. He has a water bottle in his bag and offers it up. Pretends he isn't compartmentalising on a grand scale, prioritising Molly's care.

Everything else can wait. He would have hated it if that had been him. ]

If we head back to the house we can make it before sundown. You ... should relax for a while. I'll make dinner. Lock up.