"Y- Oh." Molly, dearest, how in the fuck is Eikarr supposed to react to that? The Bard has a moment where he's visibly stunned, and then he seems to take his cues from his new friend.

"Bargained a part of my soul away to allow my friends to escape an Archfey, you know how it is," He smirks, though he's still remembering the biting, crushing thorns that they'd all been trapped in. He's trying not to think too hard about that. Somewhere in the castle, a Rose blooms purple.

He doesn't think Molly is going to mind, so he hops onto the mattress next to him, leaning forward as he looks down to the side.

"More seriously, though, my condolences. From the handful of near-deaths I've had to endure-" Eikarr waves a hand about, trying to find the words-

"It's fucking sucks." Yeah. those were the words.