"Any excuse to get me naked," Hermione teased. "That's why it feels odd, yet not. It happened twice that first year after the war. I definitely prefer your bedside manner to Madam Pomfrey's."
"Let's get me home then. The sooner you heal me, the sooner I can get back to work." She had things to do. "I don't think I can walk far enough to Apparate. I might be able to manage the Floo." She didn't like the idea of being spun about just then, but it wouldn't be long. "If you'd rather not move me, Rink still has house privileges. He could take me home straight through the Goshawks' wards." It had been kind of Madam to allow Rink to visit his grandmother Cookie, the Goshawk's head-elf, at will.