Ron blinked a little when Hermione raised her wand to his face, flinching slightly at the spell as it made contact with his broken flesh. An odd warmth surged it's way into the wound, knitting his skin back together just as quickly as it had been torn apart. Ron didn't need a mirror to question the results of Hermione's spell. She was the best at what she did. There wouldn't be any scarring, probably, and he'd be just fine if he could find his way out of this nightmare in one piece. Ron stood up a little bit, still woozy from the blood loss that he had suffered. Swaying slightly, he put a hand out to the statue to stabilize himself, flinching once more when he felt a hand at his face.
Just Hermione. Nothing dangerous. Ron closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, fingers loosing a little at the wand he was clinging to. "Thanks," Ron mumbled tiredly. "Give me a few and I think I ought to be able to..." Ron stepped forward a little, the world tilting up at an awkward angle around him with just the one step. Whoa. He put a hand to the side of his head, then shook it. Right. Apparating: definitely out of the question. That meant that they had to travel on foot, which also meant that Hermione was now at risk because Ron had sucked her into this mess that he'd gotten her into.
So, it only seemed right that he ensure that she didn't end up worse off because of it. Leaning back against the statue once more, Ron sent Hermione a hard, determined look. "We do this, you've got to promise me that you'll take off if it gets too rough out there. I can't apparate - you can. Don't pull a Harry on me, yeah?"