The second he entered her mind, he knew there would be nothing there to make sense of. Writhing shadows. Eerie whispers. Darkness. Screaming. Crying. But the mere fact that he was there helped her. It helped them both. It was the closest they could get to each other without effectively merging souls, bodies, and minds. If Draco was being honest with himself, complete fusion was something he wouldn’t mind looking into, one of these days.