Her shoulders relaxed at his reassurance but then his words were cut off by an icy blast of wind. It pushed at Malou's dress and cloak, catching the fabric, she fell backward into Faustus. Or would have. Faustus wasn't there anymore, she landed in the snow flat on her back, eyes wide. In only a moment she was twisting around squinting through the dark.

"Faustus? Faustus?" Each echo of his name held more panic. Where was he? She pushed her hands over her eyes to sheild them and squinted forward, crawling a few steps in the snow when it proved she wouldn't be able to stand up with the constant wind pushing at her. "Faustus!" She spotted his clock and him crumpled in it against a tree. Half stumbling, half crawling through the snow Malou reached her husband, reaching out to see how injured he was.