It takes some time before she stops crying, and when she does Malfoy finishes healing her as best he can, his mouth a flat line and his eyes caught full with guilt. When he has finished he asks her if she wants anything else, and when she shakes her head mutely he tells her she can have the bed, if she wants to sleep. He will sleep in the armchair, or on the floor. She nods, pathetically grateful for somewhere comfortable and safe to sleep, and curls up under the covers of his huge bed, watching with slitted eyes as Malfoy disappears into the bathroom. The door swings shut, leaving the bedroom dimmed, the oil lamps burning low – a beam of brighter light sliding out from beneath the bathroom door.