"Granger?" His face shifts to show concern. She hates that he does these things. That he says they can't...and then touches her like that, with such gentle intimacy. It's not fair. Not at all. Doesn't he realise what it does to her? In two days" time she will be leaving, and that is good – leaving this awful place, where she has been tortured and terrified and forced to do things that make her sick. She can't wait to leave. To be safe. Only she will be going without him. Without this man who brings her Muggle food – she can smell it on the air because she loves the way it makes her think of her childhood, and good memories, and safety. This man who touches her like she is unspeakably precious, and tries so hard to do what he thinks is right – even when she tries to persuade him not to – and has protected her as best he can, regardless of the danger to his own life.