"Don't talk," he said quickly, aching to hear the way she labored to breathe; to talk, though he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face at her words. Shifting closer to her, let her have all of his and arm she wanted to have, the skin between his brows bunching together. He shouldn't have kept her outside! Clearly that had been a horrible idea and his disregard for taking care of her hurt. 

Looking again towards the office to ascertain that Pomfrey still kept busy, he smoothed his other hand over her hair. Merlin! She was slightly warm to the touch, which didn't make sense. Wasn't Pomfrey supposed to have given her some potions or something to keep her from being warm? Pressing a kiss to her forehead, his eyes landed on a pitch of water and a glass by her bed. 

"Love, I'm not going anywhere," he whispered, sliding his hand from her hold and moving around the bed to get to the water. Filling a glass half full, he put one of the straws into it and then slipped an arm gently under her shoulders as he helped to ease her up enough to get some water. "Here. Have something to drink. Lots and lots of water," he said. Wasn't that a sort of cure all for being sick?