Antonin closed the distance between them on the bed to brush his lips against hers. His silent show of support was exactly what she needed to feel some of the weight that had been hanging around her neck to lessen. It was entirely possible that whomever it was that helped her had no nefarious agenda. Maybe, like Draco, they owed their lives to Aberforth and wanted him saved just as much. Or, perhaps less likely, they owed their lives to her and were actually repaying her for a past favor. No matter which it was, or even if it was nothing like that at all, she didn't see the sense in continuing to worry. It was done. She had to live with the consequences.