The werewolf hunter grabbed his cloak, pushing his chair back in underneath the table with the toe of his boot.  Flooing was obviously the least painful choice, but if the girl wanted to walk all the way to the magical hospital, he'd go along with it.  As far as he was concerned, part of growing up was learning the physical limits of one's own body.

"Reckon we get to enjoy a stroll in the night air together, then."  He flashed her a sharp, pointed smile, inclining his head towards the door.  "At your pleasure, wolf girl.  Lead the way."