He slowly slipped off his shawl and tossed it onto the end table nearby, feeling the cool breeze brush against his sweaty skin. Or what was left of it. Then he returned his gaze to Hermione. Even though he only had one eye left, uncovering the empty socket made him feel like he could see better. It was all in his mind, he was sensible of that, but he did it nonetheless. He wanted to look at Hermione with unfettered vision, as though somehow he could drink more of her in.