Hazel blushed at being asked to express how Ernie looked, as her response was that he looked as handsome as ever, handsomer, even, for knowing the cause of his bruises and where he'd spent the last hours.
When he spoke again, though, her compliments were swallowed unspoken, and she watched Ernie with a careful expression. She'd intruded upon him, and he really needed a Healer, not some silly girl who thought she could do good by him just by wishing it.
"I can go if you want," she said quietly. "Or I could go and get Madam Pomfrey, even. You can... sleep. That should help."