Malou followed her friend to the couch, her own mug held delicately in her hands as she settled down on the familiar blue fabric that had seen so many late nights of conversations and confessions between the two friends.

Fallon's voice sounded much like the tone she had related events to her coworkers with, but Malou had seen enough patients act the same way she supposed she should have anticipated it. She nodded at Fallon's words, not seeing how such missions could be the cause of Fallon's determination that she had indeed given up. But then the words fell from her lips. Oh.

"Oh. Fallon." Malou breathed. It wasn't a judgmental tone, it was simply that Malou wished she could have spared her best friend the pain of what she had gone through. "Getting on that broom, flying no matter the reason, it only shows me you still had fight in you." Malou's gentle voice assured her.