[ Hermione is quietly glad that he doesn't push her any further on the matter, accepting the kindness he is giving her in not demanding she go and eat now. Her stomach is in enough knots with the strangeness of this new world.
He is here and so is she; that's what she needs to focus on. ]
I know. [ Her smile is soft, and she wishes he could see it, as selfish as that is. Ignis has accepted what has happened to him, but Hermione still struggles. Sometimes.
Leaning close, she rests her forehead on his arm, relaxing. ]
I'd imagine that if he was here he'd run into us. Literally.
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He is here and so is she; that's what she needs to focus on. ]
I know. [ Her smile is soft, and she wishes he could see it, as selfish as that is. Ignis has accepted what has happened to him, but Hermione still struggles. Sometimes.
Leaning close, she rests her forehead on his arm, relaxing. ]
I'd imagine that if he was here he'd run into us. Literally.