She could hear his familiar smirk in his response. Finding the corners of her own mouth threatening to curl up into their own smile, Hermione turned over to face the wizard. A cursory glance proved that he was exhausted, but whole. Whatever adventures he'd been on in the previous forty or so hours hadn't been easy. Her fear kept her from demanding that he tell her everything that he'd done, everything he'd witnessed. She worried that if she knew the details of his job as the Dark Lord's tracker, she might not ever let him walk away from her again.