Her returning smile showed that she was glad as well. While Mrs. Bagshot was not the same blood as Malou she was the only thing she had left of her mother, and the closest thing to family she had after Fallon. She did not even want to dwell how much her world would have fallen down if one of them had been harmed. She remembered how horrible it was picking herself up after her parents had passed, but to not even have her godmother? It was almost unthinkable.

"I have," Malou's eyes fluttered back to his own, "Thank you." She dipped her head slightly in recognition of the concern in his voice. It was nowhere near the emotion she had felt from him that night, but she could see the geniune interest in his eyes. For the most part it was the truth. She still had the occasional dizzy spell and was more tired than normal, but that was to be expected as she had hardly paused. A few hours resting Sunday had been all she allowed herself. To set Mr. Prewett at ease, as this was likely the only reason he had come to call she added, "The healers at the hospital made sure to look over my injuries when I went in for my shift." She hadn't fought them, having hardly had the energy for her shift in the first place but having wanted to stay busy rather than dwell on all that had happened.