Malou was tempted to disagree, Fallon was much worse than herself, but she refrained because that smile on his face warmed her, the chuckle like a balm to her ears pushing aside the cries of early Sunday morning. At his own admission however, Malou found a chuckle crossing her own lips. "You are as bad as my roommate." And now herself, she supposed. Thankfully Mrs. Bagshot had not heard the comment, she hated when Malou shared it society events, but it was a part of who Malou was and she would not hide it from others. She had made the decision, unconvential as it was, and well, she already knew that she was not the right match for a man like Mr. Prewett, so there hardly seemed any reason to condemn herself for the slip.

She felt the need to explain slightly, "But I understand. I did not have the consciousness to rest when I knew I might be helping others." Which was precisely why she had gone into healing after all. The fact that she hadn't been able to help more at Sanditon given the lack of supplies, her own injuries, and the misadventure that had fallen Mr. Prewett and herself, she almost felt as if she did not deserve to be a healer. She had failed and it was, quite truthfully, haunting her - and unfortunately she didn't realize that it was showing on her face.