The wick of their minds burned low just as their bodies began to sputter and die, too much time spent surviving on nothing but faint hopes and gruel. Harry wandered off one evening as she remained standing there in their little slice of carved out safety, the look filling his green eyes so lost and forlorn that she wondered if he was dead already. They had hugged one last time, said their dues and well-wishes, and then he moved to pass beyond the border of their wardline.