Mrs. Mallory nodded gratefully, and Hermione handed her the babe. She let the tired woman fuss and coo over her new son as she cleaned up the blood and assorted detritus and gathered up the soiled sheets. She was reluctant to break the quiet calm now that it had arrived, but it was time to take her leave. "Now, try to rest for a few hours at least," she said. "You will be walking by nightfall, Mrs. Mallory. If you have any worries, do send a message." Hermione wiped her hands on a cloth and then packed her things.