[ Cordis. Iris. Someone has explained all this shit prior to the shuttle over to the planet but, as per usual, Fjord paid zero attention to unrelated blabber while he was inwardly panicking. A more wilful Molly sounds like it couldn't even be a thing, but he believes Fish when they blush and mention their own affected state under their moon. ]

I'm not aggressive to begin with, [ he says, wiping gravy off his lips with a napkin, ] no more than anyone needs to be while travelling on the road. Are you sure that'll change so quickly? I wouldn't want to put anyone in harm's way if that's the nature of this ... curse.