It was moments like the one she was currently in: holding onto a brand new life and stroking soft, dewy skin gently, that Hermione felt her efforts were very much worth it. She was present, here, in this moment, with these people and it wasn't taking Herculean effort or draining her as much as it would have two months ago. She supposed, considering it all, that she couldn't blame Ron for his confusion, his bafflement at what must look like a drastic shift in her demeanor, her behavior. She smiled again, resuming her stroking of Camilla's little forehead with her pointer finger as she allowed the conversation around her to interrupt her internal musings.