Only when the moon rose high in the night sky and the village began to wind down its day did she feel like she could breathe normally again. The tent had been a kind gesture on Draco's part, one she still wasn't sure about. He might have claimed that all he wanted was a place to stay when he was around, but she hadn't survived as long as she had living amongst people who wanted to kill her by taking everything that was said to her at face value. Having her own private place to stay was enough to keep her tethered to the area for a short time longer. Not forever. Until she uncovered the answers to the questions that plagued her or until she became certain that they would never be offered, she would stay where she was no matter how miserable it made her feel.