Fingers prodded against the softness of a fluttering pulse. Breathing was checked with the back of her palm. All normal, or close enough, as far as Bellatrix could tell. Still, it took some minutes before Hermione began to stir in fits and starts that led towards slowly rolling limbs. It was enough of a pace for Bellatrix to draw in her own breath and settle back on slowly cramping legs. It wasn’t ruined. Their plans, their shared intent, researchers both looking for a way out.