Did he? Severus nips at his glass instead of answering. He cannot ask her if she is all right – she would laugh at him. He cannot help but wonder if this was her first murder. She has seen death before, he knows. He was with her for many of those occasions. He knows of her fascination with blood, knows of the glint that enters her eyes when she spots it. Wonders, for the millionth time, what happened to her in those weeks.