Finally, her vision cleared and the first thing she saw was Dolohov’s still body laying on the ground. He wasn’t dead, his chest was still rising steadily, but he was definitely unconscious and would be for a while. Dragging her gaze away from his form, her heart stopped when she finally met the eyes of her rescuer. Pale blue, almost light enough to be grey. A familiar colour that had become a source of comfort at some point.