His eyes were a little unfocused, Pansy noted, and she looked up at Madame Pomfrey for a moment.
'Polly is fine,' she told him. 'The wards are up and Wicksy knows what to do if there's a problem. I came to see how you are,' she added softly. Looking around, she summoned a chair from across the room, pulling it close to the bed.
Pansy seated herself and rested her elbows gently on the bed, both hands reaching for Harry's. 'Are you....okay?' she asked worriedly, looking from him to Pomfrey.