He didn't know what to do or what to say, avoiding her eyes, his throat feeling dry and clogged and his chest tight and aching. Neither of them had said a word since he'd walked in what felt like an hour ago but was probably only a few minutes. He glanced up at last, fiddling with the sleeve on his right arm, which Hermione had rolled up to just below the elbow so that his stump stuck out. It didn't look appealing in his mind, but it was less annoying than having the cuff hanging empty.