12:30 P.M.
Easing his way to a more comfortable position, Benjy shook his head. "You don't. Really. We lost each other in the crowd." He paused. In all honesty, he'd rather get a bit banged up than let Hestia get hurt. "I'm glad I'm okay, but I'm grateful you didn't get hurt too." He watched her for a moment, brow furrowing slightly in concern. She seemed worn out, and he wondered if she'd gotten rest last night. "I can't help it, I like to know you're okay." He murmured. Worrying about her was instinctual. The whole thing had been a big, disastrous scare, and even if people weren't physically hurt it didn't mean they couldn't go through a shock. So Benjy did the first thing that came to mind, what he'd done when he'd first seen Hestia. He reached out and grabbed her hand.
"I'll be out in a day or two," He replied, thinking back to Pomfrey's explanation of his injuries. "She fixed my leg and wrist, so I'm mostly bruises and all that at this point. I think she just wants to make sure my head's alright. I don't remember exactly how it..." A hand reached up to absentmindedly touch the bandage on his head, and Benjy hmmed to himself before dropping the hand and focusing back on Hestia. He couldn't remember much after realizing he'd gotten separated in the crowd. "I'm going to be fine. I wouldn't mind if you stayed for a bit, though."