Though she desperately wanted to stay and face those Death Eaters downstairs, to let them see they had lost and lost badly, Hestia knew Ernie was right. Dominic was waiting and he would likely come find her, especially if he knew she had purposefully lingered. And triumph and even the temptation for some illegal prisoner hex baiting aside, she wanted to be far from here, that far away from here that meant being back in Dominic's arms. She was entitled to a bit of girly clinging after nearly three days locked in a single room with only Death Eaters to speak to, right?
Had it been anyone else, anyone else - okay, had it been anyone but Hestia and probably Ernie – Miles would have not been happy about leaving to go back to the Ministry when there were things still to be done. This was, next to their work during the massacre, the most importantly thing yet that he and Ernie had been involved in to date. But, it was Hestia.
It didn't mean he had to do it quietly, however.
"Are you fucking serious? I seriously have to take her back like she's some bleeding damsel in distress?" he grouched and then looked at Hestia. "Well, fine, if we're going to play that way..."
Without any warning he was going to do it, Miles turned and scooped Hestia up then grinned at Ernie as she soundly thumped him on the head in protest.