"S'all right," Ron immediately responded, a flood of relief surging through his chest at the sight of Hermione. Relief and, admittedly, further concern. If Hermione was here, that meant she was in danger, too. The last thing in the world that Ronald Weasley wanted was to put one of his best mates in danger. 'Course, he didn't want to die either, so it wasn't like he had many options here as it were. "Just a bit of a bleeder, nothing to worry about," he added, hoping to sway Hermione from panicking over his injuries in favor of focusing on finding a way to get them both out of this mess in one piece. Side-along apparation might have been too much for Hermione to manage and Ron didn't want to risk splinching either of them - Merlin, he'd had enough splinching for a lifetime on his part - so they needed to figure out how to get back from here to the complex without the demons offing them in the process.
Tricky thing was, the demons were clever. Ron had gotten a good look at the bodies that they'd been inhabiting before when they attacked him the first time around, which was why they'd all smoked out when he took off running. They probably had different faces. Different bodies, swarming through the crowds of people that were whizzing past them. Ron mopped his sleeve across his bloody face again, blue eyes standing out dramatically in comparison to all the red that had taken over his features. "I dunno who they are, 'Mione," he muttered, "changed bodies up, I reckon they're out there waiting to attack again..." He didn't think they'd just up and run off. It was one of him versus a handful of them. The moment they found an opening, they'd try to jump him again. This time though, Ron was on edge. He was waiting for an attack.