"It's done," she says feebly and lifts the bottle to her lips. It burns a path down to her stomach. "It's done." Relief saturates her and she can see Malfoy's muscles unwind and he stops pulling at the binds holding him still. Collapsing all boneless and letting out a shaky sigh from a throat screamed horribly hoarse. The sheet around him is patched wet with water and alcohol, and she nearly forgets to release his bonds as she stares at one splotch which looks like a hummingbird.