"Alright," Ron replied, trying to look more certain than he felt as he leaned over Harry. He was suddenly feeling very, very tied - and was only mostly sure he could manage a decent drying charm without setting him on fire. … But Harry was soaked through, after all. It would probably be fine. And Hermione didn't want him woken up, so fire was out of the question; that settled it.
"Hold on, mate," he muttered, relaxing as best he could as he flicked the wand over his back. He watched with relief as Harry's clothes seemed to lighten and his hair sprang away from his face. Off to a good start, then. Ron pulled the blankets up over him from the foot of the bed. He watched him a moment - he still couldn't believe he was here, and the vile thing was gone - and then slipped out of his section of the tent into the common area. Most of all, he didn't know what on earth he was supposed to say to Hermione. "I left the sword down by the lake," he said, eyes on the ground, as he dried his own shoes. "I'll go get it now."