It's easy to let things spiral when you feel alone and in a strange place.

[ He knows this very well. Cad had his existential crisis on the boat, it was a mess. ]

It's alright, Fjord. You're never fully alone.

[ The cleric gives a little pat-pat on Fjord's chest before leaning back again, reaching up to push his mess of braids and loose locks behind one deer-like ear. ]

Hm. I believe the beard is already coming in.