"Jeeves is goings home, Mistress. Tellings staff what is needings. Mistress is gettings better." Jeeves left, followed by Tinker, whose fiercely scarred face looked uncharacteristicly soft with concern for the woman who ran HELP House.
When they were alone, Draco manuevered to wrap both arms around Hermione and burrow into her hair. "You're all right," he muttered, half to himself. "You'll be all right. Don't you worry, love. I'm not leaving you for the rest of the day." He slowly lifted his head to meet her eyes. "Easing up enough to talk to me? We're not moving until I can run my diagnostics, so let me know when you can actually tell me what hurts."