Frowning, Hermione finished off her champagne before even attempting to answer Ron. There'd been enough distractions to keep her from thinking of Loki these past two weeks, for the most part. However, every time she held Gwyneira in her arms she was reminded of Loki. With each new day, her daughter grew more and more finicky, obvious searching for her father and the comfort he provided. And then there were her eyes, slowly transforming from newborn baby blue into what she suspected would be a vibrant green.