"Well, he's going to have me to answer to," she insisted, ever protective of her siblings - Maddy in particular. "Listen to your body next time." She stroked the woman's hair and then kissed the top of her head before sitting back a bit and folding her legs Indian style on the bed.
"Good thing my face is plum fucking adorable then." She smirked, crossing her arms before running her eyes over the other, inspecting her. "You look like you've been hit by a truck," Mallory told her. "Have they figured out if there'll be any lasting effects? What did they say? Did they give you something to eat?" Mallory reached into the pocket of her of her zippered hoodie, and pulled out a packet of fruit snacks - Gushers, to be precise. "Here. Eat something. You're probably malnourished. And now you can be...." She paused, only a bit disgusted with herself for the ATROCIOUS pun about to escape her - "Mallory-nourished." She wiggled her brows, and then smoothed out Maddy's hair. "Poor Mads..."