Ignoring reality and the rest of the world tucked away in Fenrir's small cottage for several days had been a respite Hermione hadn't even been aware she was desperately needing. With no fear of being caught by someone who meant her harm, she had been able to relax and allow her body to continue to heal after the hellacious almost year she'd put it through. As long as Fenrir was nearby, he would keep her protected. His loyalty was absolute. There were times his traits and characteristics were more canine than lupine. Subtle in their difference at times, but different nonetheless.