Bella had bene... displeased. Her wand had been taken, along with his own, but that hadn't stopped her from meting our her own sense of justice at their collective failure. His ribs, he was sure, had been broken even before the Dark Lord had turned his wand on them all. He'd tried to spare his mother but failed in much the same was as he had failed in keeping Hermione from harm. When it was over, after what felt like hours, they had all crawled off into their own respective corners to nurse their wounds. Narcissa hadn't yet come to find him, though Holly had come and gone with several healing and pain potions. He'd refused food, refused everything, until the little thing had literally poured the pain potion down his throat. He'd been too weak, both mentally and physically, to stop her, despite the glaring size difference.