3:00 PM
As he regained his senses and was able to relax knowing Hestia and his other friends made it out alright or were healing well enough, Benjy found his concussion was not worse than what Pomfrey had originally thought. His other injuries were doing alright, his leg and wrist healing quite nicely, though it was likely he was going to be sore for a while, beyond when the shoe prints faded.
Then, all of a sudden and just as Benjy was certain to die of having to be so antisocial, Jeff plopped himself down for a surprise visit. Benjy pulled his best poker face, and did his best not to move much (he found earlier it didn't do well for him in his current state). "I had the weirdest dream last night," He replied, voice flat. "That I had a million bricks dropped on me." After a moment Benjy grinned, not being able to keep a straight face. "Actually, no, I think it was feet." He shrugged. "Eh, I'm alright. I've certainly had better days. And really, I don't think you want to know. The damage done by shoes is saddening enough."