She stared at him, all the poise and dignity she'd had a moment ago gone. It was hard to muster that much poise and dignity at such short notice! Didn't he realize that? And didn't he realize that she couldn't just stay while he was bare-chested and lounging around in cushions? How could that possibly be a comfortable and safe situation for her to be in?
"Do you want me to stay?" she burst out incredulously, and then, still abrupt, face turning red and quite aware of it- "I can't. My rib's broken and-" Shit, she wasn't going to mention that, either- "I don't want a healer here," she added in a rush, "they'll get the wrong idea about-"
And then Corrie gave up. She was making a complete arse of herself, she might as well complete the picture. Slapping a hand to her forehead and looking thoroughly mortified, she said, "Could you please put a shirt on before you do anything else? This is really distracting!"
Damn you, Lorcan Scamander, she thought. Let a woman make an exit with her head held high, why don't you.