Malou frowned, her gentle fingers probing his ribs, checking for additional injury. "Possible fracture." She wished her quiet voice held the same decisiveness it would in the hospital, but instead it was as quiet as it was when at society events.

Her eyes met his, noting that they were expressive, showing emotion almost as much as his words indicated it. "Don't apologize." Her voice was gentle as her hand paused and rested lightly on his chest, forgetting to continue him for injuries. "You protected me." A soft blush colored her cheeks and her words were even softer. It had been so long since someone protected her. In their ways Fallon and her godmother did, but they had never taken a cabinet for her. No one since her parents had protected her so wholly and now this man who she had only briefly talked to was willing to shove her out of an incoming disaster and get hurt himself. Whatever injury she may have sustained from the incident would hardly be noting because had she been the one stuck under the cabinet she was quite certain she would not have made it. Emotion made it hard to swallow and she found herself looking down at his throat unable to look in his eyes.

To distract from her own embarrassment, she focused on his last words. "I don't know." She took a moment focusing on herself for the first time since the incident. Her ankle throbbed worse and was at an odd angle, likely broken, there were scratches from glass over her palms that bled and mingled with his blood as they stung, and there was something sticking into her knee, a shard of glass she was sure. "Better than you." She attempted a joke, but her words broke and in her normally quiet tone it did not seem like a joke at all.