Numbly, Hermione made her way to Gwyneira's room and stood over the edge of the crib. Her daughter slept soundly, although there was a frown on her face when normally she wore a look of contentment when resting. Reaching out, Hermione brushed her daughter's soft curls over her baby soft head. It was just the two of them now, Loki presumably gone for good. This was how it was always meant to be, wasn't it? Her alone... But at least this time, she had her daughter.