Gently she pulled Bellatrix to her feet, and their naked bodies pressed tightly together as Bellatrix tried, and then failed, to walk. It was a tender few moments before she was fit enough to actually leave the dungeon, and even then it was with Hermione supporting her. The magic that Hermione had laid about Bellatrix’s neck was solidified into something fluid, something hard, and the leash portion of it faded into nothingness as they progressed. 