She nodded, feeling too choked up to reply. Instead, she let her head fall onto her husband’s shoulder, ignoring the prickling of tears in her eyes that threatened to escape. After all the times she wished for Hermione to be out of the picture completely, she now knew just how much she was lying to herself. After all these years, she’d grown rather fond of the bushy-haired witch. Her loss would be—it just couldn’t happen. The Healers would find a way to save both her and the baby, and Loki would show up just in time. All would be fine. Wouldn’t it?