“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” Malou gently assured her, “You did everything you could to get back to me.” A rogue portkey was hardly something Fallon could have controlled. The Ministry on the other hand….

“You should rest.” The healer in Malou knew it was selfish to keep Fallon awake any longer. “I can stay till you fall asleep, if you’d like.” Like Fallon had when Malou had been a second year consumed with nightmares. Then her friend had crawled into her bed and held Malou until she no longer saw the terrors when her eyes closed. Now Malou could return the favor.