"You do not give yourself enough credit." Malou's gentle voice reassured him as she twisted her ankle around feeling for any additional pain. She would certainly be able to walk on it.

Her knee. She stared at the rather large shard of glass that had managed to bury through her skirts and winced. Of course she could handle that, but his ribs were more of a priority. She expected he would fight her though and it would be quick matter of a few charms. "Yes." She pulled the glass from her knee and then her blush deepened as she realized she would have to lift her skirts up scandalously high. She couldnt meet Mr. Prewtt's gaze to even ask him to turn around, but she didnt have to. He had already turned around.

Malou pushed her skirts up and cursed her stockings. With shaking fingers she grabbed the garter and then peeled the blood soaked stockings down. The cut was deep, but not enough that she thought it had done much damage. She set about to healing it. With a sigh she slipped her shoe off then pulled off her stocking to bind the wound. It would be cleaner then petticoats after all. Finally the wound was wrapped, her garter slipped back onto her leg, her shoe on, her skirts down. She was just putting her wand in her reticule when she start, "you can turn-"

There was the sound of wood screaming and then choas. Wind and rain invaded the space and half the kitchen's roof was torn off in the storm.