His expression grew even more concerned if it were possible for someone who showed such a small amount of emotion to begin with. It was there, in the crease of his brows as they narrowed marginally and in the grey of his eyes as they turned from silver to steel. He wiped his mouth politely with a napkin and rose from the bench. She stood at the same time, leaving her untouched food behind. She didn't even consider Ron when her hand fell into Draco’s with ease because she needed his touch, needed the warmth. The string inside her had been taught all day, keeping Theo’s secret from her soulbond.