She sat there for a moment, laughing at herself before he found her. "I fell! I'm sor-" She started to protest but he'd already pushed on, literally pushing up her skirts this time. She was going to protest that too, but was momentarily distracted by his hands on her legs, even though it was in no way as enticing as it had been last time.

Then he physically hoisted her off the ground like she was a sack of potatoes. "Put me down." She demanded and kicked her legs a little, suggesting she wanted to not be in the air at that particular moment. "I'm fine, Edric I'm fine, relax." Could he over-react or what? It wasn't like she'd been attacked!

Febs stopped squirming, the fabric of her skirts was aggravating her skinned knees.  She wasn't sure if his concern was endearing or annoying, so settled for a little both. "I'm fine, I promise. I fell, it happens." She assured him again, this was not the first, nor the last time she would get tripped up. She was normally fairly graceful, but in the dark, anything could happen. "You should get a good look at my legs," In an attempt to distract him and maybe lighten the mood, she pulled up her skirt again, kicking it up with her leg. Though it would be hard to see in the dark, there was a decent sized scar just above her knee and the new abrasion, on her right leg among some other smaller ones scattered on her shins. "Quidditch, it happens. I'm a tough cookie."