Febby furrowed her brows, though a smile remained on her features. She wasn't used to being worried about and still wasn't very fond of it, but at least now she knew it was coming from a genuine place and not one of condescension. She started as he brushed up against her arm and automatically straightened up as he did; good thing it was dark and he wasn't likely to see the faint blush creeping into her cheeks.  "I think you'll have more important things to worry about." She tried to brush it off, but he looked very serious which gave her a brief moment of pause.

She flushed brighter when he laid a hand on her arm. Oh Merlin she hoped it was too dark to really see. Nodding, it took her a moment to recover with what would have been a normal quip. "I shall refrain, as my last punch earned me several weeks of being house-bound. Which lucky for you, will keep me in the house and out of trouble as well." Sitting out here on the steps would likely earn her an extension of her sentence, but if this fog was as serious as she was starting to think it was, it was unlikely anybody would be leaving the house.

"Besides I'm all out of hands to bruise." She added with a chuckle, patting the hand on her arm lightly, making an effort to lighten the mood. "Perhaps you should call it a night, you look as though you'll fall over." Speaking of unnecessary concern.