Hermione sighed once more in frustration. Either he was fishing around for a reassurance that she still felt something for him or he was growing dense in his advanced years. She had half a mind to ask him which one it was. Her patience was growing thin. Seeing him whole and unharmed lessened the strain she had been feeling. The exhaustion she was ignoring threatened to seep back in now that all had calmed down. Unable to meet his eyes out of fear of what she might see if she did, Hermione stared at the buttons on the front of his robes.