While she understood why Malou was so upset, it wasn't entirely Fallon's fault. She hadn't gone around looking for an illegal portkey, nor had she expected to be randomly transported to the Arctic circle. Had Fallon any inkling as to what was about to happen to her, she would've packed more supplies. Or, at the very least, gloves.
"Come here," Fallon said as she held her arms out for Malou to climb into the bed with her. Embracing wasn't something they typically did, but Malou needed the comfort. (And, frankly, Fallon had gotten accustomed to the warmth of a feverish man.) "My fingers are all back, or they will be once they grow. I'll be okay." Whether or not Lachlan was was the question. "Have you heard anything about Lachlan?"
"Come here," Fallon said as she held her arms out for Malou to climb into the bed with her. Embracing wasn't something they typically did, but Malou needed the comfort. (And, frankly, Fallon had gotten accustomed to the warmth of a feverish man.) "My fingers are all back, or they will be once they grow. I'll be okay." Whether or not Lachlan was was the question. "Have you heard anything about Lachlan?"