"He's talking about going to America," Malfoy says randomly, as he emerges from the bathroom in pyjama trousers, his hair damp and spiky from towelling. Hermione looks up from the few medical supplies she has laid out on the bedside table, and winces as Malfoy's back is exposed to her as he yanks a tee-shirt out of a drawer. Even the deepest slashes are scabbed well over now, but even the vivid scar tissue of the lesser the whip strokes, which have lost their scabbing, still look horribly painful. Happily, Malfoy has able to access pain potions over the past few days, so at least Hermione knows it's not hurting him anymore.