It all happened so quick that Malou only took in segments of it. The warmth and solid mass of his body as she collided with him, his arm wrapping around her waist, landing on his chest, the whoosh of something above their heads, and above all the constant roar of the wind. They had not fallen the direction she had expected, going backward instead of to the side and it took her a moment to figure out where they had ended up. Somehow they had twisted as they fell. Mr. Prewett had pulled her in to his chest, his arm pinned beneath her. The flame gone it was almost pitch black but she could make out his face, automatically as she began to adjust to the darkness she began to inspect him for injury. Her eyes large in fear and shock. Was he alright, had it missed him? Unable to fully see in the darkness Malou raised a hand to check his face and head for injury.."Are you alright?" Her soft voice fought the wind to be heard. She hadn't even noticed that she was shaking.