Febby's cheeks flushed slightly, though she was pleased to see him awake and apparently not in pain anymore. Pushing the door open fully, she hovered there for a moment until Mrs. Harding basically shoved her into the room with a hushed reminder of their time crunch and promptly stationed herself in the doorway.

The only reason Febs was feeling sheepish was because of the article folded up in her pocket, otherwise this wouldn't be quite so awkward she didn't think.  "I can't stay long, I'm not even supposed to be here. I just wanted to make sure you were feeling better." Febby didn't even sit in her chair from last night, placing herself at the foot of the bed, hands resting gently on the rail, one pulling distractedly at the bandage on the other.