It was clear Malou didn't believe her (as she was likely right to do) but Fallon wasn't in a spot to call her out on it. That they were talking about JP and the easy joke the pair had shared was distracting her from the trauma, something the red headed woman sorely needed after a day of recollection. Fallon laid her head on Malou's shoulder. All the confusing feelings would be dealt with later when she could focus better.

"Definitely alive," she sighed. "I didn't think we were going to make it home." It was a quiet admission, one Fallon had made only once before in the cave. But then Lachlan became more lethargic and ill, and Fallon simply couldn't stand by and watch him die. She just couldn't. Her body tensed as the morning's events replayed in her mind, the fight or flight response engaging once more. "If the portkey hadn't activated when it had we would be dead." They were seconds away from crashing into the ice, the broom having shrunk back to its original twigs.