It was a relief to hear that Mr. Prewett was healed, but the thought of a scar - a scar that had been her fault - had her lips turning into a small frown. "I am sorry." For at least half a dozen things if not more. That he had gotten hurt, that she had drafted his help, that she hadn't been able to heal him, that there would be a scar.

Her voice was soft as usual as she added, "I am glad to hear they are alright." Even at work on Monday they had still been treating injuries.

"Yes, my godmother and her husband," Malou nodded slightly toward them, "Were luckily unscathed." Scared, definitely, but unharmed. It had been a huge relief. But she heard the stumble over family and the fade of color in her cheeks bloomed again. So he didn't know just how unsuitable she was. Not that it would matter, she hardly doubted he was here with any interest to court her. The only other person terribly close to her would never have been invited to such an event, Fallon was practically a sister, but she and Malou were not in the same social circles in the least despite living together.