Glinda was surprised at the request. It wasn't entirely proper. Or that proper at all. But he was a friend. And he had looked after her while she was indisposed. Surely there would be no harm in it.

"It isn't childish at all. Please do come in, Dorian." Glinda stepped back, opening the door so that he could come in and shutting it after him. "Perhaps I should fetch another blanket if you've caught a chill." She fretted.