She could. And she bloody well would. But first. "W-water, please." Beside her, Blaise jumped to his feet at once, pacing to the other side of the room before summoning a glass and a jug of water and something long, thin and silver. He walked back to the bed, pouring a measure into the glass as he did so. Strange that he didn't summon it from his position next to her, wasn't it? He handed her the glass, the long silver thing turned out to be a straw. Hermione was grateful for his forethought, as she doubted she could muster the energy to sit up. Blaise held the straw to her lips, watching as Hermione took shallow sips. The ache in her throat calmed almost immediately.