Yellowing bruises were a far better sight than the dark blues and purples he sported a few days ago. Fallon never would've guessed farm equipment capable of such damage, then again she had only a rudimentary knowledge of muggle inventions. Perhaps they did have more nefarious purposes than she knew.

"I'm alright," she insisted. Between forcing herself to sit and watch the fireplace until she no longer flinched and Lachlan's abrupt departure her nerves were a little fried, but she was mostly okay. Nothing a little time and a hopeful explanation from her friend couldn't heal. "My fitness test is next week, I did some prep work for it yesterday." She added as a roundabout explanation. This was his birthday celebration, Fallon wouldn't ruin it with whatever feelings she was having.

Taking a bite of her own cookie, Fallon pulled one of her legs up under her and settled more onto the edge of the bed. She didn't think his legs were too badly damaged, so Fallon didn't think twice of squirming until she was comfortable. "Enough about that. Tell me why you don't like birthdays."