They made their way back downstairs, Harry leaning on Hermione in something of a role reversal. The old damage to her hips, that Harry had absorbed for a while, was a fucking nightmare, truth be told. He may only have had an echo of it left, as a memento from his Healing session with Enola. but he was pretty sure Hermione must have had bone rubbing on bone for the longest time. Harry now carried the residual soreness, and even this was enough to leave him in sever discomfort. 