He was worried. This wasn't normal. She had been quiet and reserved in Italy, that much was true. But this... this was eerie. They needed to get to the bottom of whatever this was. Needed to get her to explain, as the group's collective brain power was apparently insufficient to figure it out on their own. He stood with a sigh, releasing the warming spell and made his way over to her. He'd be cold, but magic was something that she couldn't tolerate in or around her at slowly increasing distances. When she had first woken, they'd been able to take several steps from her in order to summon something or perform basic spells, the elves could Apparate in and out in the same room. Now, using a spell in a several meter radius around her caused her to fall to the ground. The spells (as they were ironically called by Pansy, much to everyone's mutual chagrin) varied in terms of how much pain or discomfort they caused her. And she always slept for several days after each successive... episode.