He stared at her like she'd grown a second head. She trusted him? She knew about the Death Eater thing, and that he apparently screwed her in her sleep the night before and he was not going to see-
Then Stan closed his eyes and slowed his breathing like the healers had taught him to do. Get a grip, Shunpike. He gave her a tentative smile and nodded. "Alright," he said, just a little wobbly. "But carefully, right?"
He put a hand on her shoulder, which radiated warmth through the fabric, and led her to stand by the far wall. Then he moved the rug right behind her. "5-4-3-" he counted softly. "2-1. Absentus Funis." He jerked his hands, just a bit.