Seemingly in the exact moment that Antonin climbed out of the bed he'd been recuperating in, he made some excuse to go back out into the dangerous world. Hermione was still worried about him, worried about their family, worried about herself. He hadn't been able to shed much light on what was happening. She knew him well enough to know when he was lying, and he wasn't lying. Nothing was happening yet. The remainders of the deadly Death Eater Inner Circle were still floundering around in the absence of their master unsure what step to take next.