Emboldened, she gently unravelled the shawl. Hermione shivered nervously, feeling the act as intimate as if she were actually undressing him. Harry closed his eye, bracing himself against his building shame. Hermione moved her free hand under his drooping chin, gently easing his head back up. His eye opened questioningly, swimming in disbelief. He couldn't process that she wanted to see his ruined face. It was all kinds of wrong in his world that, despite everything, Hermione wanted to look at him. His soft, baffled gaze considered her as if she were an alien creature. What that meant, what it spoke of his mental state, sent Hermione wild with despair. She continued unwrapping the shawl until it came away completely.