Not knowing the fates of either man was driving her mad. She longed for nothing more than to see Draco waltz through the tent flap to set her mind at ease with more details of what happened in London. For a reason she couldn't fathom, it was easier to push aside worries that Draco had been killed. Of course she knew that it was a possibility. Even working alongside the Resistance for years wasn't a guarantee that he would be spared from becoming collateral damage in one of their terroristic acts. There was always a chance that he was the one who caused the explosion. She didn't want to imagine that he was so entrenched in the Resistance that he would willingly die for it.