Hermione resolved herself to put on a brave face. A weeping woman didn’t solve any problems and what was done was done. She knew it was wishful thinking that neither of her men would get hurt transforming back and forth during the moon, but seeing the evidence was a bitter pill to swallow. She straightened her spine and cracked a few eggs into the mixing bowl Remus had sat in front of her. Needing a whisk, she walked to the other end of the kitchen to the utensil drawer, passing behind Remus at the stove and brushing her fingers along his lower back.