Now it was Hermione's turn to take a spin at trembling. She ran her hands slowly up Harry's back, across the scar tissue of his old Triwizard dragon wounds, and over his shoulders to the burn that the locket Horcrux had left on his chest. There were other wounds, too, ones he hadn't told her about yet. She traced her fingertips over them delicately. Harry flinched a little at his wife's touch on his more tender injuries, but tried not to show that he did.