His words helped settle the nerves in the pit of her stomach. For a month she'd been holding on to that fear. While he hadn't come right out and told her that he was angry that she lifted the wards long enough for her to step outside before putting them back up to speak to the horrible man, she feared that he was. She knew that he would put Oliver's safety at the very top of his priorities, as he should. It wasn't that long ago that she would've been happy if he threw her out of his life and told her to never come back, but so much had changed. Hermione wasn't the same person she was the day she knocked on her front door after being on the run for a year. She still wasn't sure whether or not that was a good thing. Only time would tell.