At the sight of Fallon’s outstretched arms, Malou sighed. She should be comforting Fallon not the other way around, but she wasn’t about to argue with her. Gingerly Malou climbed into the bed, carefully avoiding Fallon’s bandages the best she could. Just for a moment she would let Fallon comfort her, but only a moment. “I know.” Malou exhaled.

There was a note on Fallon’s files about Lachlan MacFusty, it had surprised her, but as any healer should Malou intended to follow it. “No.” She shook her head, glad that she had practice with deception like this. Even if it was her closest friend. Better not to linger and let Fallon notice though.

“I owe you an apology.” Malou said instead. “I was so worried I wrote to JP to see if he had any news of you.” It had never occurred to her that Fallon might have disappeared with a quidditch player instead.