Of course, just her luck to have someone see the misfortune. Already she could feel the telltale rush of heat to her cheeks. She had grown use to it over the years, indeed the only place she seemed to have banished it (for the most part) was the hospital. "I think so." Malou answered, her tone sounding absent minded she she turned her attention to the flower before her. She had done her stint as a plants and poisons intern years ago, but charms had always been her experiste.

"You wouldn't happen to know anything about flowers, would you?" She asked, only just now realizing she still had her hand over her nose. She felt the wound and could feel small puncture wounds from the ... petals? And there was a small amount of warmth from a drop or two of blood. It didn't feel too bad. But one never did know unless one knew the plant - which she didn't. She reached for a handkerief and to her mortification found she had somehow dropped her own. Wonderful, just wonderful.