Draco and Pansy exchange wary glances as Rigel digs through his potions kit and emerges triumphant, bearing a handful of herbs and a jar of something that looks vile. Draco takes a moment to curse his past self for dropping the food into the river; if he'd known it would come to this, he would have guarded it with his life. All he can do now is shoot Pansy an apologetic look; at least they have their most brilliant and resourceful friend to help them in this predicament, and they're grateful for it, of course, but might it not be better to fast until they can get to civilization?