He stepped up behind the chair she was in, noting the slight tremor in her hands as she held tightly to the Thermos. He couldn't tell if it was from the cold or whatever internal upheaval she was clearly in, and it hurt his heart, just a little. "Hermione." She didn't startle, didn't react in any way to his presence. He circled around to crouch in front of her, placing his hands on her swaddled knees. She looked down at the soft pressure and then up into his face. Despite himself, he thrilled at the eye contact. It was so uncommon for her now.