At least he hadn't looked at her odd for her request. Fallon would've balked at the idea of lying with a man a week ago, but now it felt like the most natural thing in the world. Why was this singular form of comfort so discouraged? Hell, Fallon would even venture as far to say that cuddling like this was as good a cure for dementors as chocolate was.

"Malou? She would probably just close the door and walk away." Her best friend was as nonconfrontational as they came. The water to her flames. Still, Fallon lifted her hand from beneath her chin and moved the ring from her wrist to her hand. Better safe than sorry. "We're very close, sort of a package deal. She told me that she wrote to you, but I wasn't surprised to hear it. I was more stunned by her resourcefulness than anything." With her hand tucked back under her chin, Fallon allowed her body to fully relax. "A stack of letters, though? Were you worried or something?"