She shook her head and smiled. Everyone had their own possessions that brought them comfort. Somehow they became even more important in times of uncertainty. The space Antonin inhabited hardly had enough room to turn around in. He gestured to the bed, the only piece of furniture that would accommodate them both. Sitting next to each other on the edge of the bed, neither one of them seemed to know what to say to break the awkward silence. There was so much they needed to talk about that it was almost overwhelming. Hermione wasn't sure she had the energy to do it all in one visit.