The vomiting and the pain stopped in the same moment. Bodies weak from the indescribable experience, Rabastan and Hermione both collapsed to the ground, not even caring if they landed in a puddle of their own blackness. Several minutes passed before either one of them was able to say a word. In a rare show of gentlemanly manners, Rabastan helped her up to a seated position. Each of them stared at the other with terrified, wide-eyed expressions unsure what they'd just experienced. He reached for her left arm, pushing up the sleeve of her robes. When he saw that the Dark Mark that once marred her skin was nowhere to be found, he repeated the same to his own arm. Smiling brightly, he dropped his arm.