No one stopped her when she descended the stairs to enter the main room of the tavern. Only Thorfinn glared at her over the top of his full glass. Evidently, he was just blustering the night he swore he would never return as long as she was there. It physically hurt her chest to look at the man in such pain. She wished she could do something, anything to take it away. It was her fault that Hannah was dead. She should've insisted that they stay inside her home that day, should've made her stay. In a life filled with regrets, the murder of Hannah would forever be one of her worst. The massive wizard watched her movements until she was outside. Gone was the jovial man who used to tease her and who laughed at the drop of a hat. Maybe he would never come out of his grief. His love for his wife had been so strong that Hermione wouldn't be surprised if he simply chose not to keep living and died in his sleep one night.