Panic began to flood through Malou's veins at Faustus's groan as he tried to sit up but only crumpled back down. No. She couldn't panic. She had to find a calm place, still her mind. She dealt with this every day, it was no different. And yet... she hadn't seen Faustus injured since she had been gone. Hadn't seen him weak and needing since then. She had no idea what she would do if that were the case. "Faustus?" Her voice wavered with emotion, tears of fear beginning to fill her eyes as the wind howled and grabbed at them freezing them across her lips. If there was a tone of panic in her voice she wasn't aware of it as her hands sought his body, searched through his layers of clothes in her woolen gloves, desperately trying to figure out what was wrong with her husband. "Faustus?" This time there was definitely a note of panic in her voice as Malou's emotions began to spiral. "Tell me where." She couldn't find it, couldn't feel it in these bloody gloves. She began to angrily strip the gloves from her hands, the wind tore at them trying to pull them away and her fingers instantly went numb. Tears were streaking down her cheeks now as the wind pulled them forth and them froze them. Panic and fear spiraled in her mind and Malou could see no way this could have a happy ending.