The strength of his arm wrapped around her, surprising her, his kiss reminding her of their first one Christmas Evee. It comforted her, pull her closer to him, made her want to never be seperated. But while she felt safe and comforted, her mind immediately began to calculate his injuries. "Faustus -" Her voice was breathy against his lips, "Stop, your injuries- you'll hurt yourself." There was an attempt to scold him, to be the dutiful healer, but all Malou wanted was his arms around her. It had become the place that she felt safest in all the world.

She moved her face slightly away from his, intending to reprimand him, but instead her words were gentle and quiet. "You need rest."