The familiar tingle of his magic danced across her skin, reassuring her she was awake. She wondered if the intensity of the impulsion to confirm reality would fade over time or if this was just a new "fun quirk’ to add to her long list of post-traumatic stress-related inconveniences. There was no hesitation in his response to her public display of affection, no matter how small it may have been, this time. His slender fingers interlocked with hers with a reassuring squeeze. He quirked his brow in question, silently asking her if she was okay. Her smile widens genuinely, providing him with his own reassurance. He squeezes her hand one last time before dropping it and turning to face the Auror in the room. 