Ernie dying was not something Hazel felt fully capable of considering, and she continued her work on his bruises, struggling to appreciate the slight reduction in swelling. She didn't know enough about healing to know if anything was broken, but she imagined he'd be a little less placid if that were the case.
"Is there, is there anything else I can do for you? Do you need to go and see Madam Pomfrey?"
Her concern was plain, and it was as much for the consequences of what Ernie had said as it was at the fact that he'd said it. She knew she couldn't expect everyone to be like her, scared of everything, scared to do anything, but telling off the Carrows didn't seem like the best idea, either. But she wasn't a Pureblood... maybe if some of them didn't stand up, the whole world would be filled with people like Amycus and Alecto.
There wasn't much more she could do for his face, and Hazel balled the cloth into her palm. Her fingers, though, threaded ever so slightly into the hair at his temple. She hoped it did not hurt.