"Let them work it out, "Mione. Nothing you can do until they do." He squeezed her shoulder as she contemplated his words. It wasn't her way to just let people do things. She liked guiding them to do things. Particularly liked guiding them to do things her way. And this... standoff, or whatever it was, couldn't continue. Everyone was walking a tightrope when it came to the three Slytherin men. Some convoluted triangle of tension stretched tight between them, in all directions, and Hermione truly feared what would happen if the tension snapped. She wanted it to be fixed. Wanted to fix it. Needed to be sure that they resolved everything before she was... gone. She swallowed heavily, nodding at Ron, who nodded in return, before situating himself next to his wife again.