"I will come," she promised.  Dolohov released her fingers and she headed for the door.  She raised her hand to tap on it to signal that the meeting had concluded, but before she did, she looked back at him.  Dolohov was watching her, real concern in his dark eyes.  She stared at the Death Eater in astonishment.  This was a man who’d tried to kill her a year ago, who’d hit her with a curse that left her in the hospital wing for weeks and left her scarred three years ago, and he was truly afraid for her.  Strange how things changed.