12:30 P.M.
By the time Hestia made her way into the Hospital Wing, Benjy was propped up in bed and feeling better than when he'd woken up. He'd been resting, not sleeping, as he told Pomfrey every time she passed by and told him to stay awake, and only looked up when the school nurse emitted a sigh not far from his bed, wondering who or what had caused the reaction and hoping it hadn't been him.
The moment his gaze found Hestia, a wave of relief washed over Benjy, followed by a smile. He hadn't been sure what had happened to Hestia and all Pomfrey would say was 'if they weren't brought to me, they're sure to be fine', which would normally suffice but Benjy had wanted answers. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait anymore.
The smile on his face turned to a look of confusion and worry the moment Hestia started talking, before Benjy realized how he must look right now and half frowned, half offered a bashful smile. "Hestia," He started, pushing himself to sit up more despite instructions. "You have nothing to be sorry about." He wished he could get up, but he knew Pomfrey would have his head and kick Hestia out if he even tried, so he motioned for Hestia to come sit, or move closer. "I'll be fine, I was worried about what happened to you." He didn't see any visible injuries on her, but still didn't completely trust his sense just yet. "You got out okay, right?"