When she felt strong enough to move around, she carefully lifted up the bedcovers. Dressed in one of Draco's soft vests, she couldn't see the wounds that the horrible monsters inflicted on her. She checked underneath the fabric to find the slashes that Aubin made across her torso were covered in thick bandages. After her savior brought her unconscious to his flat, he'd tended all of her wounds and made her drink foul healing potions. The acrid taste of the concoctions still sat on her tongue. More than just getting her out of the cottage, he'd clearly saved her life more than once. She wasn't going to survive long without help. Too much of her blood had been drained.