Was he displeased by her request? Malou's eyes flitted up to his, looking for any sign that he was upset. Perhaps he was a bit confused, but there was a soft smile tilting his lips. Malou swallowed and did not move from her space in his arms. Instead she reached into the pocket of her gown (ever since the Sanditon disaster she had refused to wear a gown with no pocket for her wand) and drew out a small wrapped package for Faustus telling him as she did so, "I have something for you." There was a shy smile on her lips as she placed it in his free hand.

Faustus had beyond spoiled her gifts and as such Malou had been quite uncertain what to get him. But then she'd had a clockmaker in her ward. Innocuous enough, but the old man had wanted for someone to listen to him in the dark hours of early morning as he had waited for the potion to take affect. He'd told her about his latest project, an enchanted clock that told not the time, but the location of family members. Can it be made into a pocketwatch? Malou had found herself asking. It could. And so Faustus's watch held the names of himself, the children, and Malou. She'd felt sheepish about the addition of her name, but it was a bridegroom gift after all.

"I hope you like it." Malou murmured.