"That's probably for the better," Not that she would have gone running in this time, she'd learned her lesson there. Febby had no grand delusions of being an auror or anything of the sort, though she would have probably been pretty good at it. Febs was particularly gifted at transfiguration if she could say so and the rest of her subjects hand't been so bad either. Had her mother any inclination to let her work however, it would most certainly not be in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

His nonchalance about possibly being injured struck Febby as both worrisome and familiar; she was exactly the same way so she knew he could easily just be trying to keep it from her. "You think?" Feb's quirked an eyebrow at him, brushing stray tendrils of hair from her face in the process. Though there was no visible damage that she could see at the moment, it was dark and he wasn't even sure. Febs bit her lip, wondering if there was something she could do to help, but wasn't sure what to offer. "I can have somebody bring something out for you? Coffee? Tea?" Febs wasn't sure what else she could do, he probably wasn't allowed to leave everything and come inside, but that was to be expected.