His words seemed the opposite of her instincts where he was concerned. There was so much to worry about with Faustus. Just as there was with Fallon. Perhaps had she not been through so much with Fallon she might have been scared by the weight of worry, but instead it settled on her shoulders like a second cape of worry atop the one reserved for Fallon. His job, as much as Malou's own, was a part of him. The worry was a part of being near him, being close to him. She understood that. Besides, if he worked in another career would she be any less worried? Likely not given how Fuatus himself worried about her.

His other hand reached for her, comforting her when it should be her comforting him, so Malou gave him a small smile as her mind worked through possibilities. Until he clarified what he had meant. Her own eyes met his again. Oh.

Malou's lips shaped into a frown. Worse. Of course. It was less than comforting thought, but he would know if there was lasting damage, so for now her efforts today would be the only thing to worry about. "I'm sorry." She murmured again, unsure what to say, but squeezing his hand. Hoping he knew just how much she never wanted to see him hurt.

Her free hand fluttered up to his cheek and caressed it comfortingly, glad she had healed the scratches that had been there. The gesture wasn't much, but she wished it to convey everything she felt in that moment. Love, concern, regret. Likely a futile effort. So instead she leaned forward and lightly kissed his lips.