[ Molly fully understands why Caleb always has Frumpkin so close. There's something to be said for the comfort that comes when petting a cat. ]

Better than I should be, given the circumstances. Truthfully, I haven't really looked to see if there's, you know. [ A wave of his hand. A FUCKING HOLE IN HIS CHEST. But he's not bleeding, so it's whatever. ]

Why don't we sit down? Looking out the windows is making me nauseous.