And then he disapparates, and returns only several minutes later with an array of delicious foods, and she creeps from her huddle in her armchair to join him for a silent dinner. They watch each other as they eat. Eyes flicking and joining and breaking apart – guilt, worry, curiosity, and suspicion. They watch each other, in the end, more than they watch their food. But they don't speak, unless there is something that must be said.