Use to the regular visits to the hospital, Mr. Fisk was well versed in the routine of such a situation and as such Malou had to do very little prodding for him to explain the spells at play. She straightened herself up as she listened, nodding here and there, and then finally murmured, "Thank you." For half a moment she appeared the quiet doormouse of a girl of fourteen she had been instead of the healer of four and twenty that she was now. Truly she was lost thinking of possible solutions, her brow gently furrowed in concern. "Let me see what I can do." She determined, stepping forward to roll him away from the bucket now that it seemed safe from his spewing sweetness.

It seemed rather unkind to leave him with such a mess over his face, so before she set to work she tapped the side of the porcelain wash basin beside his bed with her wand casting a nonverbal warming spell then dipped in a cloth. "It seems a disappointing way to start a holiday." Malou remarked absent mindly as she began to dab at his face with the cloth.