The better part of her week had been spent in the training rooms at the ministry, casting all manners of charms and curses at the undeserving mannequins. Her duel was humiliating, infuriating even, and to fail so blatantly in front of her boss was even more frustrating. Fallon had no excuse to chalk it up to, either. It'd been months since she returned from being undercover, longer still since her misadventure with Lachlan. There was no reason her spells ought to have failed as spectacularly as they had.

No reason except for her exciting personal matters.

Fallon was drenched in sweat by the time she had finished training for the evening. It was well after supper, possibly even beyond what was deemed evening, but both Jesse and Malou knew to expect this behavior of her. Not that their opinions would've made a difference anyway, nothing short of a smack in the face from Kieran would get through to her right now.

As was her usual routine, Fallon stopped home for her change of clothes and to quickly rinse the sweat from her skin. Dressing quickly (and forgetting her ring as she was like to do since she never wore it at work) Fallon grabbed her overnight bag and floo'd to Jesse's. It was perhaps wrong of her to seek him out when it was so late and she was already keyed up, but they'd be married soon. For better or worst. He'd have to deal with this at some point.

"Hey. Sorry I'm late." She greeted upon spotting him in the parlor. Kirke wasn't present as far as she could see, but that wouldn't have deterred her either. "Long day?"