Before she knew it her hands were healed and he was gently rubbing the last of the blood away. It was odd for someone to heal her when she was so use to it the other way. It was... comforting. The warmth of his hands disappeared as he focused his attention on her ankle and suddenly her hands felt cold. But instead of focusing on that she shifted her legs out from under her and extended them for him to see.

His warm fingers, so recently healing her palms so capably, gently nudge her skirts up. Malou found herself solely attentive to the gentle warmth as his fingers grazed her. Always the healer, she had thought nothing of touching an injured man, but never once had a man touched anything beyond an arm or a hand. Her breath caught as her stomach seemed to leap over, until -

A hiss of pain escaped her lips as he touched her ankle, definitely broken. He knew it too judging by the look her gave her. She steeled herself as he picked up his wand. She had healed plenty of bones but never had had to have one of her own healed. Turned out it wasn't a particularly pleasant experience. Malou grit her lips against the cry of surprise, refusing to be anything less than strong in this. A snap into place and the worst of the pain was gone, leaving being bruised swollen flesh, tender, but not broken. "Thank you." It seemed to be the only thing she could say to him at the moment, but she did genuinely mean it.