... In hindsight, Fjord probably could have thought 'get Amaya home safely' through better. Maybe kept her occupied with fashion design or something until the venom wore off. The whole post-calamity landscape out there was, uh...

"Nobody's quite sure," he ventured, and then mumbled a, "but I'm gonna pull out a big-assed sword to make sure nothin' happens between here and where we're goin', if that won't bother you none."

He felt like, perhaps, full-disclosure with a trembling, envenomed Amaya clinging to his arm was probably the better part of valor, here.