At least there was no harm done in her misstep, Mr. Fisk was quick to reassure her and Malou found herself believing him. She smiled slightly and gave a gentle nod of her head. Better not to linger on the subject.

“Oh?” Malou found herself asking slightly, keeping her eyes on the bowl, dreading the pity that inevitably came with such a statement. She did not need pity. It had been years ago and she had done much for herself since then.

The mention of the other healer though made Malou chuckle softly. “If you say so.” She demurred, taking her time to rinse out the cloth fully. Indeed most people dreaded the care of Miss Turnbull and she could not blame them for it.

Taking care to remain as neutral as possible Malou turned back to face him the cloth clean again. “I doubt she’s as unsociable as you claim.”