"Do you want to talk about it?" Still just as tentative, her fingers bumping over his ribs, up and down in a vaguely ticklish, soothing motion. Draco shook his head slightly. There was no point; especially not now when he could barely whisper without the pain taking away his voice. And it wouldn't help anyway. There was nothing she could say to make it better; it wasn't a fear but a memory, and unless she could change the past, she couldn't take away Draco's lingering horror.