That half murmured voice was so thoughtful, so very considerate that Malou felt as if she were being wrapped in a soft feather comforter. "Yes." She agreed but already he was mentioning leaving her to rest, which she very much did not want or need.

She could do this, she reminded herself, so working to make her voice less of a whisper she smiled up at him, "Some fresh air should do just the thing." Malou's smile was as reassuring as she could make it as she looked up at his blue eyes. A walk would be just the trick, then she could focus on other things beyond how close to her he was and just how much she was stumbling over her words. Instead she could focus on the path, or commenting on the weather, or something, anything other than stumbling over her every word.

But then the motion of his arm caught her gaze and she felt her stomach drop. She was wasting his time, she realized as he pulled out a pocket watch to check the time. She swallowed the added, "I've been horribly rude, taking up so much of your time." After all he'd only intended to do a kind deed for his aunt in this errand and here she was forcing him to speak of music and making him concerned for her when it was only her own traitorous body highlighting her own nerves. "If you need to go I shall of course see to it that Mrs. Bagshot recieves your aunt's package." She tried to give him a confident smile, but she doubted that she ever held an ounce of confidence in her (alright, when she was outside of the hospital).