Fallon was the last person he expected to see make her way into his room. He hadn't been with it enough, or the physical capability to write her a letter, so he figured he was out of luck until he had the feeling back in his left hand. She looked pretty shell-shocked on the other end of this situation and he felt pretty guilty about that. Not to mention he was half-dressed at the moment, wearing more bandages than clothes. Thankfully the important bits were covered by both pants and blankets. His torso was purple and blue, but mostly covered with the wraps that kept his arm tight against him and to hold the fractured ribs in place.

"Lost a fight with some enchanted farm equipment." He offered by way of explanation. He'd been caught completely off guard by it and before he could react his robes had gotten caught in the reaper. The buffoon responsible couldn't stop it before Jess was underneath it, very nearly stabbed through. "I'm fine, looks way worse than it is." He lied through his teeth, a charming smile on his lips beneath the bruises that covered half his face.

Miss Skovgaard must have seen him or heard about his injuries, despite his having landed in the Artifacts ward. He'd have to thank her another time. "Bad excuse to leave the house, sorry I couldn't write."