Peace was something she so rarely attained in the short fragments of her life. Small moments like these helped her forget about the past. The silence of it all overpowered the pain- the torture. It was a gift, and if given to her in bits and pieces, she would take it. It was all she ever had left to hope for now. Her finger lifted pointed up at the sky, and she turned to meet his eyes. "That's Draco, The constellation."