"At this point Potter, I’m more concerned about someone keeping an eye on you to make sure you don’t collapse! Have you at least been speaking to your friends? It does us no good to carry such burdens alone," Her voice trailed off into nothing, her eye caught by something behind him. He turned to see that Draco was frozen in the entrance to the hall. He seemed marginally more put together than Harry, but still looked dead on his feet. He twitched his lips in Harry’s direction, "Mister Malfoy, if you would be so kind as to come over here please," expressionless, he did as he was told until he and Harry were side by side, "You look nearly as bad as Potter!" She snatched Draco’s hand in hers, and hunted for his pulse too.