He washed her body with nice smelling soap, never once letting his hands wander into other territories. Hermione was glad he was taking action because she knew she was inadequate right now. He didn’t ask her anything because she wouldn’t be able to answer, and the little words he did speak were soothing, simple, vulnerable as if he were addressing a child. The things she got through in the last few days brought Hermione back to tabula rasa – a complete emptiness that was numbing as well as relieving.