12:30 P.M.
As Benjy sat up, Hestia's concern only grew, and she gave him a nervous look. When he motioned her to move closer, she sat on the edge of the bed hesitantly, looking up at Benjy for approval, terrified of hurting him. "I feel like I do," she sighed, rubbing her eyes tiredly. "If I hadn't had lost you in the crowd -- I mean, I'm really glad you're all right, Benjy," she finished, her eyes softening again. Hestia was exhausted emotionally, and physically, from the worrying, and on account of not getting much sleep. But, as long as Benjy was all right, that was all that matter. "Please don't worry about me," she started again, speaking in a soft tone. "I'm completely fine," Hestia said as she dropped her gaze before meeting Benjy's again.
Hestia played with her hands nervously, scared of asking the extent of everything. "What did Pomfrey say?" The last thing she wanted to do was intrude, but Benjy was her friend, and she wanted to know how long it would take for him to heal. "Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked, hoping that there would be, because if she was being completely truthful with herself, she'd do absolutely anything for him.