Expecting to see Fenrir staring back at her when she finally opened her eyes, Hermione was surprised to see Antonin seated on the edge of the sofa that had become her temporary bed. Was she dreaming? Maybe she was worse off than she thought she was and a hallucination of her husband was proof. When their eyes met, Antonin smiled. Relief was evident on his features. Still not trusting what she was seeing to be real, Hermione pulled her arm out from under her blankets. She lifted her fingers to brush against his cheek. Antonin covered her hand with his, kissed the inside of her palm, and held her hand against his face. He was real.