Hermione would have insisted that Ron was giving her far too much credit. Honestly, her little bit of success had been based solely upon sheer determination of refusing to let Ron die. She'd been worried of that in the beginning. She was terrified of losing him, far more so than anything else she might face in this war. He was getting better, though, through the joint efforts of all three of them and what supplies they'd been able to procure. Leaving his side had never been an option, though.
She was reading a book--shocking--when she heard Ron's voice. She was partially keeping watch while Harry was away, but that didn't stop her from hurrying into the tent when Ron called out. Under normal circumstances, she might have chastised him for his abrasive use of the English language, but he could say whatever he felt like saying so long as he was healing, she figured. Well, for now, anyway. Maybe she'd be less lenient in her scoldings once he was better.
Hermione moved to Ron's side and bent forward to wrap an arm around him. "Feeling any better since the last time I asked?" About ten minutes ago.