Her quiet words worried him. He knew that she'd eventually come out of this and be her usual self again, but it didn't erase the fact that still feared it. He couldn't blame her for that fear, of course. He didn't need to hear the stories to know that it hadn't been pleasant. Azkaban wasn't a place for the likes of Penny. She had never deserved to be locked away in there.
With her head resting just below his chin, Oliver's arms tightened around her as he pressed his lips to her hair. It was silent for a few moments as they simply sat there, letting Penny take what comfort she could from his presence.
When she asked him not to go, Oliver smiled. "I'm not going anywhere," he instantly responded, fishing out his wand, he summoned a blanket from somewhere in Penny's home before draping it around her before returning his arms to wrap around her. "Promise." He really had no where else to be that was more important than this.
"In fact, you'll have to throw me out to get me to leave."