She needed to get back into the fight. They needed her. Her robe was torn and tangling around her legs so she wrenched it off, looking around wildly, vision obscured by the blood in her eyes that she smeared away with one fist. She was halfway across the road, and she felt dizzy, a lump on the back of her head. She threw up. "North!" she yelled into the rain, staggering forward and whining at the pain that enveloped her legs. Then Neville’s face loomed up at her. Blood coated the lower half of his face, his nose bent oddly.