He drains three full tumblers of whiskey in under a minute, and then coughs weakly and gasps. "Shit that's good. Here." He places his wand on the table in front of her. "Can you cast? I – I don't think I can." Her hands are still clumsy but beginning to regain their feeling, stinging and buzzing with pain as sensation returns. Hermione thinks she can manage simple spells that don't require complex wandwork – she scoops up his wand and flicks it experimentally, hand screaming with sensation overload, and the candle at Malfoy's desk springs to flame.