As abruptly as the pains in her arm began, they stopped. The Dark Lord was a busy man. He couldn't afford to waste precious time torturing one of his lost sheep from afar. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. When her master called for all of his Death Eaters to come to his side, she still felt the burn. But, it had been several months since he last tried to call out to her specifically. Was he growing weary of her staying away?