Draco nodded, still looking at the ground. She turned to look at the now still bundle of blankets and wraps in the makeshift cage. She bottled it up and sent it away, somewhere away in her mind. She never truly believed she’d have time or an opportunity after the war to confront all the choices she made, or the things they’d done. She always expected that she’d die before that happened, leaving the ponderings and the emotional gymnastics to others. 