It was clear to Hermione that Draco had not believed that she felt alright, as he spared her a glance every few moments as he walked around the crater, smoothing the dust into a canvas to inscribe the runes. They hadn’t thought to spare any more time to reverse the flooding, lest Cepheus’s men come back in. Ron and Harry patrolled each of the entrances, entering the ritual room every so often. Draco swore that Vassilis said there was a 4 o’clock departure, though considering that Vassilis said midnight for collecting Hermione, and it turned out to be very false, they remained on-edge, as if the remaining Vythízomai could enter at any moment. At present, it was nearing three in the morning. Draco looked dead on his feet as he knelt down, inscribing the runes in the dust with careful wand movements, consulting the book back and forth as he worked. Hermione offered help nearly half an hour later, after watching Draco press his palms hard against his eyes as if suffering from a headache. He waved her away and continued working. 