Hazel couldn't decide whether it sounded as though the voices were moving off or not, and dimly hoped that they wouldn't step on the tray and the shattered pot... it would still be Disillusioned, which might lead their pursuers to think they had imagined the noise when they couldn't find an appropriate source.
For her part, she stayed completely still, hands pinned awkwardly at her sides by Ernie's arms around her - Ernie's arms around her! - and eyes pinched shut in the dark. This wasn't at all like when she had hugged him, the IS notwithstanding. Hazel could feel how warm and sturdy Ernie was, and he had a lovely spicy boy smell that reminded her of wood burning stoves and cinnamon.