There was a rush of air, the hearty moan of a mother seeing her child viciously wounded, and Hermione span around to look at them both. Rhian had appeared and flopped down at Sally's motionless side. Hermione flicked a lazy Knock-out Hex at Malfoy, whose head bounced as it hit the stone floor, then Hermione rushed back to Sally and clutched at her body ... and felt a weak pulse refusing to give up. But the elf was so cold. Ragged breaths left her tiny lungs and Hermione knew that time was short. She Summoned the severed arm to her, hoping they might find a way to reattach it later.