She could sigh at that, really she could. The amount of quidditch players and conversation surrounding it seemed increasing these days and really a sigh was very well deserved. But she didn't. "Thank you." She murmured instead as she accepted his handkercheif.

Cautiously Malou took her hand away from her nose and dapped at it with the fabric. She really ought to have him look at it, but the lightly was dim and she was no where near brazen enough to ask no matter how practical nor medically inclinded she was. Besides, the light was dim out here. .No she'd simply have to excuse herself to the retiring room sooner rather than later and look in a mirror. After she explained her mortification to this ... quidditch player as it so happened.

"I was admiring the flowers," Malou started, gesturing beside her, "And went to smell one when it .... well, it bit me." Her quiet voice could almost get lost in the sound of the waves, she realized, thinking that it would be horrible if that was the case because then she'd have to repeat herself and the first time had been embarassing enough. To explain this a second time? Well Mallou was quite certain she'd never brave something as simple as smelling flowers at a ball again.