Orla was being far too slow, and it was irritating Bellatrix beyond her wits. Couldn't the bint see that her husband was dying!?
"Just hurry and get it done," she snapped as she watched the healer get to work. At least when she got started, it seemed she did her job with some speed. It appeared that Rodolphus had finally passed out - any other wizard (besides perhaps herself) would have lost consciousness far earlier, and Bella lifted her chin with pride.
"Whatever it takes. I will not lose him," Bellatrix retorted, hiding her concern behind harsh eyes and sharp words. "You will see to that, understand?"