Fallon bit her lip. How to confess the worst of her sins to Saintly Malou? She didn't often think her roommate to be better than her, but after this ordeal it was difficult to think of Malou as anything but. Malou wouldn't have met up with a man in a pub. Malou wouldn't have allowed him to become as sick as he was. Malou wouldn't have failed as Fallon did.

Keeping her mug tight within her grasp, Fallon walked over to the sofa and sat in her typical corner. "I ..." she couldn't think of a kinder way to admit to her sins than the blunt truth. The missions had failed, they - she - resigned themselves to dying in that godforsaken cave. "There were twigs in the cave, I made them into a broom." Fallon explained, her tone slipping into cold detachment than the hysterics of a minute prior. It was easier to pretend she was, once again, relaying this to a fellow auror than Malou. "We - Lachlan.- flew missions in each direction trying to find something." Perhaps if they hadn't kept returning? Fallon could've made some sort of ice hut for them.

"Eventually we ran out of directions and it was so bloody cold. We just stayed in the cave...we didn't try to fly out again. Not ... not until Lachlan was barely lucid." Thank Merlin Fallon had the foresight to tie him to her, otherwise he would've fallen once he fell asleep again. "I was planning to fly until I died, just so i wouldn't have to watch him go."