Draco tells her this quietly in the dark, the stone chill and hard beneath them, her whimpering half-delirious from her injuries in her unconsciousness, and he biting back on the pain roiling through every inch of him, trying not to fall asleep despite how tired and weak he is. He can't protect her, he can't stop it from happening, but he refuses to awaken to the sound of her screams, or to simply find her gone. He has to know, he has to watch over her, even if he can't do anything to save her. He has to be aware of every second, because if they live through this Draco will need to pay penance for every scream that bursts from her raw throat, every hurt that is inflicted upon her.