[ That's fair. Molly doesn't really feel like prying much — he's almost too scared to ask what happened after he fell; if the others had all survived and gotten away before shit went even further south. What was their plan now, without him?
It's too much. Molly scoops Frumpkin up and straightens out again, petting the cat still as he looks to Caleb. ]
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It's too much. Molly scoops Frumpkin up and straightens out again, petting the cat still as he looks to Caleb. ]
A few minutes ago. What about you?