Antonin's voice was groggy, heavy. Thankful for a reason to stop thinking entirely about herself, Hermione rolled over on to her side to look at her husband. His color was better than it was when he stumbled into the kitchen covered in blood. When he breathed, she no longer could hear him struggle with pain. More than just ribs were damaged inside him when he ran off to do whatever it was he did. She was glad that he was just as stubborn as she. It made killing him that much harder. Glad to see him looking better, she surprised him by kissing him on the lips.