Malou warmed again under his stare and for a moment she thought he'd say something. What she had said that surprised him she was entirely unsure of and some level of doubt began tugging at her again. But whatever it was he did not say as he commented he was glad she was arlight. Malou gave him a small reassuring smile at those words.

But then... this time she felt the pink turn deeper. She had.... and she had not. Malou had listened when her godmother insisted she stay and rest Sunday, but they had arrived in the morning from the diaster at Sanidton and then early the next morning Malou had gone to work. Something which Fallon had disapproved of. But there had been people in need and there was no way that Malou would not have gone to work if she were capable. "On Sunday." She murmured, with a nod trying to act as if this were a full day of rest and realizing that he like Mrs. Bagshot and Fallon would not think that a day of rest, given that her misadventure with Faustus had occured in the early hours of Sunday and the guests hadn't been able to leave Sanditon until well in the morning. Nervously she found herself biting the inside of her lip.