The images slow again. Dragged up and thrown before Theo, looking as beautiful as he does in all the worlds, a Dark Mark searing his arm. Getting her wand back. Being told to wash. Drawers of jeans, long-sleeved shirts and cashmere jumpers. Enjoying his collection of Muggle books. An odd pride that he found her useful, mixed with fear. His words, whispered to a dark room when he thinks her asleep. "I’ve got you. I really do." Food and occlumency lessons.