He certainly didn't look alright, Malou found herself thinking as he launched back toward the bucket. "Jelly?" Her soft voice echoed as she looked at what she had originally thought was blood spilling into the bucket. It was much lumpier and brighter than blood should be, and while not precisely an appetizing thing to look at, did much to lessen her concern.

"I'll be right back." Malou declared, if Mr. Fisk could hardly keep anything in his stomach to answer questions she'd need to remedy that first before she could get to the heart of the problem. Not long after Malou had bustled out of the room she was back with a bottled potion and a cup. She poured the dark liquid into the cup, a nutty smell rising from it.

"Here. This should help you keep the jelly down for a little." Malou held the cup out to him, a kind look on her features. She watched to make sure he had swallowed the entire dose before she said anything further. "Now," She started gently as he finished, "What happened?" And how did a child factor into it, she found herself wondering.