Hermione's feet hit the ground hard, and the three of them spill onto the forest floor. Her wand flies from her hand, and her wrist folds awkwardly under her when she falls. Hissing, she gets to her feet, cradling her wrist to her chest. Fear spikes through her, remembering her last disastrous attempt at a hasty side along Apparition. But when she spins to face Ron, she lets out a sigh of relief. He's a little dazed but getting to his feet. Narcissa flips herself over onto her back and blinks up at the tree branches over head. Pale and stunned, she doesn't move.

Worried, Hermione kneels beside her. "Are you alright?" she asks. "Are you hurt?" She runs her uninjured hand down Narcissa's arms, checking for any signs of Splinching that might be hidden by her robes.

That has Narcissa bolting upright, slapping her hand away. "I'm fine, thank you," she says coldly. "Keep your hands to yourself."

Hermione blinks in surprise.

"You could show some bloody gratitude," Ron snaps. "She just saved your life." Throwing a glare at Narcissa, he kneels next to Hermione and gently pulls her arm away from her chest. "You're hurt."

"Landed wrong. It's nothing."

Narcissa stands, brushes the dirt and leaves from her robes, and wanders a few feet away, posture tense and closed off.

Ron frowns at Hermione's wrist. "I'm still rubbish with healing spells."

"It's fine. I can handle it. Just need to find my wand, I dropped it when we landed..." Hermione looks around. Narcissa bends over, scoops something off the ground and turns back to them. She hands Hermione her wand without a word.

As Hermione tries to focus on her wrist, Narcissa says to Ron, "I do not understand how you survived this long if you can't perform even the most basic of healing spells."

Ron's ears turn red. "We managed just fine, no thanks to your lot."

Narcissa scoffs. "We have a very different definition of 'fine' then."

"Shut up, both of you," Hermione snaps. "I can't concentrate."

"Sorry," Ron says.

Narcissa says nothing.

Without their bickering, Hermione heals her wrist with ease. Rotating and rubbing it, she casts about for something else to occupy her attention, unwilling to risk letting her thoughts drift for even a second. "At least we have the tent back." She hadn't held much hope it would still be here, but she had not been able to think of where else to go.

"Huh?" Ron twists to look behind him. The tent is exactly where it was left when they had been taken by the Snatchers. "Brilliant." Then dryly he adds, "At least something went - "

He falls abruptly silent, eyes dulling. Voice thick, he asks, "Do you think Neville got out with - with Harry's - "

Hermione swallows past the lump that lodges itself in her throat. I hope so, is what she thinks, but what she says is, "Of course he did, Ron." She blinks away the tears. Jumps to her feet and strides toward the tent. There isn't time for grief, no time to spare thinking about the enormity of everything they'd lost over the past few hours. The snake is still alive. One last Horcrux. They have to destroy it before Voldemort makes more.

She smacks the tent flap aside and enters with her head down. Can't let herself think about how they're back in this tent, but Harry will never join them again, won't sleep in the bunk he slept in for the past year, won't pour over books with her at the table, won't -

Taking a deep, shaky breath, Hermione forces those thoughts aside. She hears the tent flap move and two sets of footsteps enter.

"We need to figure out how to kill the snake," she says, not turning to look at them. Gesturing to the side, she adds to Narcissa, "You can sleep in Harry's - " She swallows. "In the bottom bunk. Under mine." Her voice cracks slightly.

"Hermione..." Ron says softly.

Hermione turns to face them. "We should be safe here for tonight. We can figure out where to go later. I'll go...I'll go set up the wards." Ron opens his mouth to speak, but Hermione ducks her head and strides back out of the tent before he can say anything. As she passes them, she glances at Narcissa and catches something like sympathy in her eyes. She ducks her head and walks faster.