Without the ability to tell time in the dark, Hermione could only assume that two or three days had passed before she spoke again. There were no cries to be let out of the room. Those, she was certain, would've been ignored and would've made her feel weak. A prisoner she might be, but she didn't have to become a craven, blubbering mess too. Even if she was dragged in front of Lord Voldemort himself and forced to endure another round of torture, she would do so with pride. They would not break her.