Feeling himself blush at the attention, Faelan was grateful when Neville let him go, even if a rather large part of him felt warm at the man's willingness to show his concern.
"Things must be worse at the greenhouses than I thought," he dryly quipped to Harry and Padma, but made sure to reassure Neville.
"I feel a hundred times better now that I can talk and stand upright again," he said over the strum of Sirius' guitar and the throb of the bass charms. Neville didn't need to know about the ache in his ribs that had re-inflamed with the hug. "No side effects at all. Sirius turned me back with a spell, but it took a while because he had to learn it from Remus' husband." But at least he knows it now, for next time.
With a nod toward the stage, he asked, "Who knew he could tame wolves and rock a packed house?"