There were external wounds of course, bruises, slices from errant hexes - especially on Harry who had tried and failed to heal them himself before asking Theo for help. Draco had several slices across his back from broken glass and his aunt's nails that had dug into his flesh and ripped him open. None of these things seems to need too much attention when you compare them to the internal wounds. Draco, Hermione and Luna all required a dreamless sleep potion to get through the night undisturbed. Theo was brewing it overtime, his table of things from the dungeon now propped open on the small desk inside the tent. When he had inspected his cigar case - newly acquired from his fathers possession - they had been disappointed to find it almost empty. Only two items remained; a box of Luna’s jam he had spelled to be impossible to remove in case anyone tried to take some for themselves and the pair of sentient loafers that Theo had found in Draco’s grandfather's wardrobe. It was a good thing too because now that Draco was back he required shoes and so Theo handed the ones he had borrowed over willingly. When he tried to pull the loafers from the case Hermione laughed when she realised why they were still in there. 