Mr. Prewett halted and Malou found herself almost stumbling again. Then she felt his arms at her knees and - she might have protested if the world hadn't spun so violently around the edges of her vision. Instead she squeezed her eyes shut at the movement and nodded at his apology. "It's alright."

Surprisingly it was. His warmth seeped through his damp clothing, helping her calm the shivering, and she could feel each movement of his. But his own injury - her blue eyes flew open in concern only to notice his own look. Her own emotions seemed to be echoed back at her as he shifted through the doorway into another hallway. "But what of your own side? You'll only hurt yourself further." As a healer she certainly couldn't allow him to hurt himself for her sake. Not again.