She does her best, but it's hard to go on without Malfoy there – strong and stoic – to anchor her, as he has been since she was first captured. He has been a steady rock, an anchor, a constant – not always able to protect her, or comfort her, or even make anything better, but there at least, always ready to do what was necessary to keep her alive, and as whole as he could manage. And now he's not. Now he's weak and wounded, and entirely dependent on her, and it's terrifying. But she does what she has to; cleans his wounds and changes the bandages, assists him to the bathroom, helps feed him the broth the house elfs bring, hovers over him attentively every minute...