It couldn't have been long before she rose back to consciousness. Minutes, perhaps. She could still feel the heat pulsing off Hela's burning desk, somewhere to her left. Could smell the burning wood, the spent magic, the stink of a freshly dead body. Could still taste the metallic tang of blood in her mouth, felt it trickling down the side of her face. Draco was muttering over here, somewhere near her hip and, if she strained her eyes, she could just make out the bright near-whiteness of his hair.