Thank God. Malou sent quick thanks above as her blue eyes remained on Mr. Prewett. The warmth of his hand receeding from its comforting position on her back as he sank down.

Though at his joke she grew solemn. "Will you be alright to move?" The concern in her voice was more than just a healer's concern at a patient, but she barely noticed. She righted herself, hastily checking for her wand. The reticule was still there, the twisted band of it had left a welt in her wrist but it was still closed. Her cold almost numb fingers fought with the clasp to get her wand out. "I can look at it before we do."

But he was right they did need to get back to safety. Her eyes glanced over him toward the remains of the room, the vague shelter of the corner with a roof and walls, fruniture slammed into the sides. But if they could get there she could spliched his ribs before further damage was done. She met his gaze again, a plan forming in her mind, heedless of her own throbbing head or the fact that she was shivering from the wet layers of fabric and her own adventure in the flooding kitchen belowl