With one word Hannah suddenly felt vulnerable. ‘Nothing’ was what the clerk had in her name and nothing was what she would have returned to her. No wand, no money, no healer’s bag, no clothes. All lost and apparently untraceable at the scene. Yet this didn’t make Hannah angrier. She wasn’t sure if she even had the energy to be even more furious that the verdict had made her, than Greyfriar dragging her from the courtroom had made her.

“Hm.” Was the only sound Bombay made in acknowledgment of the situation. Greyfriar reclaimed his wand and turned to watch his companion. The control she struggled to hold over her emotions was evident, expression struggling to remain plain, arms folded over her chest. Tired eyes looked up to Greyfriar and her brows rose.

No wand, no money, no way to get home or into her home, no freedom and no dignity left. For the first time in probably her whole life, Hannah Bombay wanted a hug. She didn’t want to be isolated and alone anymore. The exhaustion, frustration, anger and helplessness had taken their toll and now the witch stood a foot below Knox looked up to him for the support she suddenly needed.

“Can we get out of here, please?” Her voice was shaky, eyes glistening with tears that threatened to appear. She’d despise herself for such a lack of control later.

And seemingly Hannah Bombay had spent her last drop.  Knox recognized it and felt it deeply in himself as well.  It was like a mirror.  At a point, there was just nothing left.  And they'd been through a deeply traumatic and exhausting ordeal and all either of them needed now was to be home.  It was obvious to any witch or wizard the implications of being without a wand.

You'd as soon misplace your head as your wand.

The choice, as they way, was none.

"Thank you."

He thanked the clerk flatly and moved away from the counter.  His large hand guided Healer Bombay very gently by the shoulder away with him.  So they could soon be up and out of the Ministry of Magic.  Knox's little home was not on the Floo Network - he rarely required the expense.

They emerged from the Ministry of Magic into the sun and fresh air of bustling Muggle London, and after finding a quiet spot, he Apparated them both to his thicket.