Carefully, she sat up. Draco leaned back on his heels. Relaxed somewhat, she could still see the look of concern splashed across his features. He was unnerved by her confusion, by her weakness. As the nighttime sounds of the forest began to make more sense and they no longer sounded so frightening, Hermione began to feel ashamed and embarrassed. Mostly embarrassed. She wanted him to disappear again, to Disapparate away to wherever it was he went when he wasn't around her. Dropping her eyes to her hands in her lap, she felt the burning shame creep up her neck and then onto her face. He seemed in no rush to move away. His concern was evident.