Percy had patiently waited for Penny's family to visit her, and hadn't gawked with his father's fascination over their Muggle clothing. Her friends, after, from Ravenclaw house he had allowed go in and see her, too. It was enough for him in those hours to know that she was well, and Madam Pomfrey had assured him upon his quiet request that Penny would suffer no lasting damage from having been petrified for so very long.
When the last of the bronze and blue trimmed jumpers had exited the infirmary, Percy rose from where he had been seated. He had decidedly not been studying the Potions textbook he had held open the whole time, and with a nod from Madam Pomfrey, he made his own way toward the bed where Penny was lying propped up, looking in his estimation as lovely as ever.
"It's so good to see you, Penny," Percy said softly, eyes on her face as he moved to the side of the infirmary bed and carefully took her hand. It was warm and soft, and not at all like stone.