Her skin was pale and her head spun painfully. There were a few potions she recognized on her bedside table - a hydration elixir, nutrition restorative, and a sleeping draught. Hermione was in a set of pajamas, which she was certain she hadn't put on herself. She didn't have the strength or the motivation to. The curtains were drawn and the room was dark, only a sliver of light peeking through.