He could feel the change in his dwindling vigor, his strength was waning. He’d tried to count the days passing, but the monotony of his routine was numbing - he had only Hermione’s visits to break the cycle of sit, stand, walk four paces, lean against the wall, and perhaps sit again. Based on the timing, he deduced it must have been seven or eight days. She comes twice a day, usually for what feels like hours, but the time between her visits tells the tale. One in what must be morning, and another in late afternoon, then a dreadfully long spell of isolation, and repeat.