"Hermione..." A rustle of movement accompanied the soft voice before Susan's hand rested on the back of her head. She didn't need to look to know the expression on Susan's face reflected something that would come too close to pity for her to handle. A small part of her noted that, though skin to skin and pressure seemed to increase the tingling sensation, contact with her head did not. Interesting. Her symptoms were now cycling through the back of her mind, tabulating a list of possible solutions as the conversation continued.