Hallowed be Thy name- Faustus's eyes opened and he watched her as the words died on her lips. Her gaze looked over him for any sign of distress, any sign he was still in pain. The potions healer had been in a little bit ago to tend to his arm, and Malou had managed to contain the curse and hexes, heal the injuries, and fix the broken bones. Yet still she worried for his pain.

But his first words startled her, they were not what she had expected. "Oh no, Fautus, don't apoligize." Malou's quiet voice was choked with emotion. "It's my fault. I am so sorry." She ought to have caught it before it had brought him pain, she had failed him as a healer. Misery was written across her face. "I should have caught it."

"How do you feel?" She asked, trying to regain her clinical tone, to keep the tear at bay that were pooling in her eyes.