The Three didn’t move until they were absolutely sure it was clear, and when they did, they put as much distance between themselves and that spot as they could. They walked for hours, hoping to not run into anyone, and luckily they didn’t. Once they lost the daylight they decided to set up camp, making sure they cast a disillusionment spell in tandem to get the most powerful effect. They managed to catch some fish to eat for the night. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do. They were all a bit shaken up by their near run in with the Death Eaters - things could’ve gone so wrong if they had even made a peep. Hermione however...well she was in a bad way. She wasn’t hungry, she honestly didn’t think she could keep anything down if she tried. She sat by the fire, away from Harry and Ron eating in the tent.