Yeah, that was weird then too, but I was sort of justifying it by maybe having a layer of protection against the swamp sludge. [At least he knows that Caleb won't cast a fire spell, raise his core body temperature, and then pass out. If it didn't happen before, it probably won't happen now.]

You know what you should do? You should find someone to line the interior a bit with leather or something so it actually works as proper armor. Make you a little less squishy.

[It's becoming clear that Molly is talking right now because he doesn't like the silence. He's still a bit gunshy about that time he and Nott discovered Lucien out here, and even if it destroys the element of surprise, it keeps his mind off hunting the shadows. That was a month ago and it was probably something related to the dragon, but Molly's cautious when he has to be.

Even when it means being the opposite of cautious right now. He'd rather something hungry and awful came at them then that fucking dark specter that shouldn't exist.]