[ Molly's just going to stay in that hug, breathing in the scent of travel and ozone, feeling her hold him and hold her back. He wants to mold himself after her, safe and sound and living, even if it was just for this moment.
It isn't until he's getting a crick in his neck that the tiefling pulls back just a bit, reaching up to run his fingers over her cheek and gently pull back some loose hair over an ear. ]
This is a shitty kind of afterlife, isn't it? I was expecting moonlight and nudity.
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It isn't until he's getting a crick in his neck that the tiefling pulls back just a bit, reaching up to run his fingers over her cheek and gently pull back some loose hair over an ear. ]
This is a shitty kind of afterlife, isn't it? I was expecting moonlight and nudity.
[ He was a child of the Moonweaver, after all. ]