At Frankie's grimace, Molly's face turned to urgent concern, "Honey, for real, are you alright?" She dropped her bag - a new thrifted find from Dior that she'd kick herself for ruining in the snow later, but really friends before fashion - and put her hands out. Was she sick? Did she seem to be... cradling herself? For lack of a better term.
"Do you think you can side-along? I can take us to my place, it's not far but it's better to apparate. If not, I can get you inside here at least for a bit." Madam Malkin wouldn't be happy if someone got sick on her plush carpet, but again - friends before fashion!