[There's a snap of reality coming back to him wherein he blinks a few times and has to mentally reassure himself it was just one of those bad feelings he doesn't like and nothing else. Still Molly. Still doesn't give a fuck about that asshole who got buried in the dirt no matter how much his shade tries to creep in and fuck with him.

Reality didn't just set in, however- it brought him a gift! And as he realizes that's Nott's voice, he breaks into a grin and lifts her up by her armpits.

Yeah, he's fine. Or a fantastic bullshitter. Or both!] Nott! You are a sight for sore eyes. Let's talk over here.

[And still carrying her, he quickly away from the dragon image and all those weird feelings, and once they're far enough away, he puts her down. Any fighting or protesting between those two points is ignored.] Can we agree that this entire situation is absolute bullshit?