He'd heard her name called - or at least a version of it. Malou. Last he remembered when she'd introduced herself, it was as Marie Skovgaard. So either this woman was keenly affected by the evening's events and needed to be checked out more than Miss Skovgaard did, or it was a childhood name that perhaps had escaped the woman in the shock of seeing her in such a state. Faustus quickly surmised it was indeed the latter, given how Miss Skovgaard regarded the older woman, and he stepped aside to let them converse. More to let the woman reassure herself that her charge was indeed alright (to an extent) and, more importantly, alive.

Clearly, by the manner in which she addressed him next, she knew who he'd been on sight despite his rather wrecked appearance, which he took as nothing out of the ordinary. But before he could open his mouth to respond that it had been no trouble and that she had more than shown her competence in such a scenario, the woman had rattled off half a dozen questions to Miss Skovgaard who, to her credit, answered them steadily while Faustus struggled to keep a straight face. He dipped his head to hide his expression. While it wasn't the most amusing situation with Miss Skovgaard still injured, he had a strange feeling this wasn't the first time that Miss Skovgaard had been put in such a situation by the older woman.

As he looked back up, he caught glimpse of Miss Skovgaard peering around the woman. A smile broke out on his face as he caught her thanks and he bowed his head. "Think nothing of it, Miss Skovgaard." He replied, just before he heard his name being shouted. With a quick glance behind him, he saw who it was and, knowing that he was likely about to be called away, turned back to Miss Skovgaard. "I must go check on my family. Forgive me, I'll send over a healer as soon as I can." He said, before bowing to the two of them, stealing one last glance at her and slipping into the bustling crowd behind them.

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