Hermione watched him leave the room, convinced that she would never understand the man. She owed him so much. Turning on her side to do as he suggested and rest, her eyes landed on the table next to the bed where he'd placed the empty potions vials. On prominent display where it would've been impossible for her to miss it, she saw her beaded bag with her wand lying on top of it. Not only did he put himself at further risk the night he saved her by retrieving the bag he knew she always carried, but by leaving them next to her, he was letting it be known that she wasn't his prisoner. She could leave any time she wished. Unable to keep her eyes open any longer as the potions she imbibed began to take effect, she was comforted by that reminder. She was there because he wanted her there and no other reason.