Even reminding her gently that the other Death Eaters had nefarious designs on her person, Hermione found herself inexplicably calmer. Whoever was stationed outside of her door made her feel safe. Made her feel protected. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in longer than she could remember. Maybe isolation was making her go round the bend, after all. Who had ever heard of a Death Eater being kind? Perhaps she had created a fantasy in her own madness.