Howard can't see what Cedric's done, but he can feel it. The temperature of the air inside the bubble is a good ten degrees cooler than the coffin (which has been exacerbated by their body heat). Howard sucks in air hungrily, greedily.

"Apparation's teleporting, right?" Oh, how Howard wishes he could teleport. The ability to just walk away from awful situations like this is so tempting, and so impossible.

He's never felt this helpless, except for the moment when he was dying. He realizes he's relying entirely on Cedric now.

"Please just get me out of here."