At his touch her eyes fluttered shut softly for a brief second, leaning in the affection such an action held. The fact that he could move his arm without wincing only serving to make her feel better about his healing.

How was it that just one word could warm her, comfort her? Malou didn't know, but she smiled softly at it. "I'll stay then." She murmured, "So long as you promise to rest." The concerned healer in her couldn't help but gently insist.

But then he was considering her and her own rest. She waved him away with a graceful flick of her arm. "I'll be fine. You rest for now." Malou couldn't always rest when she knew that Faustus was arlight. For now she was simply grateful that another patient hadn't needed her after Faustus had, that her colleagues had taken care of the rest of the aurors who had come in. One of the nurses had told her once they had healed Faustus's arm.