[ There's so much going on in both of their minds that Hermione feels like she has too much power, thrumming through her like a sickness, slamming into her and wrapping around her neck almost like a noose. She's been in worse positions than this, of course, tied up in dungeons, tortured, threatened, thinking she was dead or, worse, trapped somewhere she would never be able to escape it. At least now she has, even if her heart longs for her to be able to return to the Drabwurld, for her to be able to go back to the place where all of her new friends are waiting for her. Would they notice she was gone or would it be as though she had never left in the first place?
She's scared to know the answer to that question.
Instead, Hermione moves. She reaches out, shifting closer and moves her hand over, tugging Remus' fingers away from his cup so that she can link her own with his. It's hard, it's so hard, but she squeezes his palm gently with her own, drawing herself closer to offer him all the comfort that she can muster in that moment. When he looks at her what does he see? The werewolf scars, the long, drawn down mark on her face that glints with silver, a scar that she can never get rid of... All the war wounds she suffers, all the things she's been through - what does he imagine, looking at her?
Finally, she manages to find some words. ]
The War ends. [ That, at least, she can tell him; she can give that away. ] It ends and we win.
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She's scared to know the answer to that question.
Instead, Hermione moves. She reaches out, shifting closer and moves her hand over, tugging Remus' fingers away from his cup so that she can link her own with his. It's hard, it's so hard, but she squeezes his palm gently with her own, drawing herself closer to offer him all the comfort that she can muster in that moment. When he looks at her what does he see? The werewolf scars, the long, drawn down mark on her face that glints with silver, a scar that she can never get rid of... All the war wounds she suffers, all the things she's been through - what does he imagine, looking at her?
Finally, she manages to find some words. ]
The War ends. [ That, at least, she can tell him; she can give that away. ] It ends and we win.