Hermione was deathly still, though. He used Legilimency to investigate her state of mind frequently through the night. He was worried the prolonged exposure to dark magic and the seizure could have caused permanent damage in her brain. But he hadn’t noticed anything yet. Her mind was just a serene portrait of quiet as she slept without dreams. There was a seaside house, and the waves were crashing against the coast line below. He could hear the sound of the gulls and smell the salt in the air. It was peaceful here. Hermione was reclined and sleeping in a beach chair. He conjured a second one and joined her. It was a place that allowed both of them to be safe for the night.