For a long time, there was only silence. Hermione, who'd not yet mastered her emotions enough to lift her eyes, rather thought that he had fallen asleep before she saw his hand, his good one, enter her field of vision, fingers spread. Without thinking about it, Hermione reached one of her own up, threading her fingers through his. The warmth of his palm, the surety in his grip, caused the tears to spill over. It was seconds only before she was taking deep, gasping breaths, trying to find some measure of control, clinging to his hand like the lifeline that it was.