Hermione trailed off as she tried to calm herself. She was getting worked up, her monologue was laced with the emotions of her past, the topic heavy with the thickness of her burden. After a few minutes she felt she'd composed herself enough to continue. "I came to America to assimilate. I've lived outside of my world since coming here. I learned amazing things about the muggle medicine of this era, I've seen history before it was written. But none of that can compare to falling in love with you. You filled a spot of that gaping hole inside of me, and it began to heal."