"When you start your life by waking up in a grave, your concept of mortality is a bit...different from most." Molly isn't usually so forthcoming with the actual truth of his life and his brow creases as he considers why he's so readily sharing. Something familiar and friendly in a purple tiefling face, perhaps.

He pats Eikarr on the knee. "I love a good, long story. And this one sounds good. It's...not everyone is willing to sacrifice themselves for their friends." His own death was worth it if Beau had gotten away.

"What sort of powers did this Archfey bestow on you? You didn't throw up saltwater, did you? I had a roommate who did that, it wasn't pleasant."