As the death eaters hovered with the cap, Hermione felt a small squirt of liquid dribble from the gold funnel attached to her catheter, she knew that she had lost true control of her bladder during the dark days of elf training, but it served a visible reminder of her absolute terror. She felt a pang of guil as the unseen Gabby was told to use her tongue to clean up the new mess, the other prisoner crouching down to tackle the small puddle on the dirty floor.