"The- oh. Put a few drops on, a little goes a long way, it cleans and seals wounds but won't be enough on its own for- for this." Her voice is hurried, fear held tightly in check, and she blinks away distractions anxiously, trying to focus on the man she's treating.

He's twisting on the ground now, crying out. "I know, it's not pleasant, but please--"

Not pleasant? It's like drinking battery acid, painful and bitter; Hermione had to choke down a mouthful of it herself after a run-in with a winged snake. But it does its job, she can attest to that. Once he manages to swallow some down, its effects are quickly visible, though rather unsettling to watch- flesh and bone regrowing itself is never pleasant to see. Hermione takes a deep, shaking breath and nods at Wolfgang, managing, "Please," in reference to the Dittany, before she turns her attention to pulling a different potion from the recesses of her bag.