Together, they stood, still clinging to one another as if afraid the other would disappear if not holding on. Loki guided Hermione to her restroom and helped her to sit on the edge of the bathtub while he ran warm water in the sink. She handed him a flannel, and he nodded before wetting it under the faucet. Dropping to one knee, he gently rubbed her face, clearing it of her tears and ruined makeup. She sighed, relaxing further as he took care of her. It felt good to have someone take care of her like this. How long had it been since she'd had someone to lean on when she needed to?