Her husband killed the Dark Lord for her. Not just because she was in trouble, but also because he needed to get the memory charms expert from Uganda across the border. If she ever needed proof that he loved her as much as he claimed, that was it. She also couldn't deny the brilliance of the plan. Those in charge of watching the borders were almost all Marked. Even those that weren't could hardly be blamed for getting distracted by their supervisors writhing in pain and vomiting a foul, disgusting substance for several minutes. It was just enough time for an unauthorized border crossing.