His laugh made her smile and lifted her spirits. It was nice not to be belittled for her flaws.
When he spoke of fishing, Molly bit her lip and looked off into the distance - seeing a bustling little coastal town rather than the darkness before her. But then she shook herself out of it. These were pleasant memories, but wandering thoughts hardly ever made for good conversation.
"I don't mean to inconvenience you, but if it isn't too much trouble, it would be lovely to have fish." Her eyebrows inched down closer to her nose as her face scrunched in thought. "Is it difficult to fish in this weather? I'm so used to the ocean where it never freezes. But then Rena said the river didn't freeze, didn't she. I'd forgotten." Molly had gotten a little carries away with her thoughts. She looked back at Edric. "Sorry. I go on sometimes. Especially when it comes to anything... well, familiar. My dad fishes. I could talk about that all day."