Rose and Ron!
When she was done saying the exorcism, she fell silent. He'd kept the demon from her, kept her as safe as he could, like he always did. She knew the demon was gone when the body hit the floor. The human was probably long dead. But at least the demon was back in hell. And it had failed, so now it was his turn to be torn apart.
Bloody hell, her lips twitched into a slight smirk. "Literally." she said, her voice little more than a whisper. She had to be out of it, the idea of 'bloody hell' making her almost laugh. Or maybe it was the intense relief to see one of the demons go down, and to see a familiar red head at last.
Opening her eyes when he asked if she could more, she just gazed at him, eyes slightly glazed over. She wasn't moving anywhere. The twitch of her face to smirk had even hurt. How he planned on getting her out, she didn't know. Unless he planned on transfiguring some sort of stretcher. He couldn't left her, for more than one reason. An important one being he needed his hands free to fight just in case there were more demons. Though she had no idea what was going on out there.
She didn't see how. But she wanted out of there more than anything. So she was just going to have to trust the younger version of her dad.
"You came alone." she pointed out, looking around her. She'd point out how dumb that was too, but she couldn't be bothered. For once she was happy he'd done it. She wanted out, she needed out, and he'd come for her.
She closed her eyes again, lifting her hand just slightly now that she could move them. The whole movement hurt, and she stopped herself from reaching out toward him, because she knew she was pretty terrible looking right now. "I told him you'd come for me." she said, her words starting to slur just slightly, "Told 'em you'd see them all t'hell. Idiot didn' listen..." of course he had come, he had to. He would, she had known it. Because that was what dads did. Or that was what a Weasley Dad did.