"Okay, Hermione. Lights are off. Try again for me, please? Let me see those eyes." His voice was soft, coaxing. She trusted that voice, knew she could listen to it. The fight to locate and operate her eyelids was shorter the third time around, and she felt the heaviness on top of her eyes lift. The darkness in the room wasn't much different than the darkness behind her closed lids, and she found herself breathing a sigh of relief as she felt no sharp stab of pain.