Fallon’s head on her shoulder was a gentle reminder of their friendship, of the trust they placed in one another’s. At her admission Malou felt cold, but instead she wrapped her arm around Fallon’s shoulder and stroked her hair, running fingers through it was a maternal gentleness. “Oh Fallon.” She whispered, no matter what Fallon told her Malou doubted she would ever truly understand what her friend had went through.

“But you did make it home, that’s the important part.” Malou stated firmly, refusing to let either of them forget the fact that Fallon was very firmly back where she belonged and Malou would be damned if anyone took that from them.