She smiles, her face flooding with a mix of emotions that Harry can’t really describe, but it’s hardly contained. She walks over and sits next to him on the bed, watching the flame of the candle flicker. She sits like that for a bit, her eyes lit up in the half-dark. They flit upwards to Harry once before she breathes in and then blows out the candle, leaving them in nothing but the dusk light filtering in through the window. 