how can the bastard, be… well, such a bastard, when he had an open wound gushing blood like rain from his body?! she wanted to hit him. he deserved it now more than ever, but she didn’t, especially when he protested at her putting pressure upon the wound. she muttered an apology — &               despite the fact she hates the                         m o c k i n g 
                                gleam in his eyes, she is, in a way, almost glad for it. it means that he’s still here, that he won’t be going anywhere just any time soon… and that reassures her. it gives her hands the steadiness she needs right now. when he wipes away her tears, she smiles. 

                                             it is tender, and full of affection.
                                                ( more than he deserves. )

she does laugh, then. annoying or not, she does love the sound of his love, even if there is such sadness behind it. hermione nods, and decides to put emotion to the side and be reasonable — she was no lady. no damsel in distress. she was a she-warrior ;; and she would be             b r a v e.

                        ’ better than i am with a cooking pot. ‘ 

     ( He drops his hand to his side then, disturbing the leaves
           beneath it with a brush of his fingers. The crinkle of the  d e a d
           vegetation clearly audible ; perhaps to him more than most, right
           now. Senses heightened for the slightest moment in time, before
           blood loss would indefinitely cut them out. )

                                       ❛— Well, that’s reassuring.❜
                     ( He takes a breath ; and a groan of pain sounds from him as he
                       shifts himself upwards a little, resting back against the tree. )
   ❛You’ll need to go back to the camp, there’s—-❜
                    ❛there’s equipment there.❜
          ❛I don’t exactly have a needle & thread on me.❜
     ❛Embroidery isn’t really my forte.❜ 

                    ( He grins once more, this time it’s an encouraging one.
                      A soothing one. Whatever you wanted to call it. It was
                      g e n i u n e. A lot more than the rest of any of his grins
                      ever were, and hopefully are. )

                                           ❛Maybe be quick about it though.❜
                          ❛I don’t think God’s a patient man.❜
                   ❛Especially not when waiting for me—❜
                                 ❛I mean, have you seen my face ?❜