The depth of emotion in his voice threatened to overwhelm her senses. She could only imagine what he thought when he stumbled upon that scene and no indication that she was still alive. He had to have been terrified. Coupled with the fact that she had already almost been murdered at least twice before in recent memory, he had every reason to be frightened. Releasing his tight grip on her body, he stepped back enough that he could see her face. Running his fingertips gently across the mark on her face that hadn't fully healed yet, he looked sick. She knew how bad it looked. At least three inches long just underneath her eye, the mark would be there permanently. Both she and Draco tried to heal it with charms and potions. Nothing worked. The blade that Wood used was clearly cursed. Her prior experiences with cursed blades taught her that there was nothing that could be done about it.