[ It hurts to see Caduceus so openly raw, the longing in the firbolg for his home an almost tangible emotion in the air. With the blanket around his shoulders for as long as it lasts, Fjord slides off the sofa and takes one last look around at Caduceus's side, subtly slipping a hand back into his for emotional support. ]

We'll come back here. We will. You'll cook us dinner and I'll steal all your blankets for the longest nap in the history of Wildemount on that amazing couch of yours.

[ He rubs the toe of his boot on a stain, on the carpet bearing a blob shaped like a dog. Fjord eventually takes the initiative and turns to head out, loosely keeping a hold of his friend as he glances over a shoulder.

Softly, he coaxes, ] Come on, Deuces.