She met his eyes, tilted her head. Bella seemed confused, not all there. They had been working with her after Harry had revealed himself. Curing the Black-Madness was virtually impossible. But they could make her better, help her to control her violent impulses. She would never be harmless, but she lived in her own head most of the time, forced to confront what she had done and then talk about it. It was slow going, but they were making progress.