Neville reached up and put his hand on her arm, which was hard considering he was standing in a five and a half foot pit. "You're all right," he said again. "Just breathe. We'll... we'll get you to the hospital wing, okay? That nose looks bad." He ducked down to pick up his wand from where he'd dropped it, and wiped the dirt off. He'd been harassing the Healers to teach him some useful spells ever since Dennis had been nearly stabbed to death. He couldn't heal a bad break, but he could at least take away some of the pain and at least make it easier to breathe. "Hold still a second, okay? This'll help."
Wincing, he stood on the edge of the coffin for some added height, and did his best with her face and her bleeding fingers. "Better?"