He was a stubborn fool who wasn't easily killed. Or at least that's what she'd told him more than a few times over the twenty years they shared a house when he would come home injured. Sometimes he didn't know when to back down from a fight. His pride would be his downfall one day if he wasn't more careful. Without asking him for permission, Hermione started removing his bloody shirt to see what sorts of wounds he had. The tremors in his hands told her that he'd been subjected to the Cruciatus Curse at least once, though probably at least two or three times based on the severity.