“It most certainly is not!” Malou replied tarly, lips pursed tight in objection. “You’ve lost your toes and fingers to frostbite, have hypothermia, need I go on? I did read your files after all.” Fallon should have known better than to treat Malou as if she were in some other kind of profession than that of healing. She folded her arms against her chest, letting go of Fallon’s hand.

Malou opened her mouth to take a breathe and launch into a lecture but she found she couldn’t. After all how did you scold someone for a portkey they didn’t know about. “I’m just glad you made it home.” Malou admitted more quietly, after all she knew most of the physical hurt would heal. “But don’t try to lie to me and tell me it is all alright.” The stern look again crossed her features.