Neither of them seemed to know what to say. Hermione sipped at the chamomile to give her an excuse to stay silent. When she imagined how her reunion with her husband would go, it was nothing like the reality. Antonin hadn't reached for his wand once and he hadn't threatened her with violence either. How could she almost kill him and he continue to act so calmly? His eyes never left her for even a moment, almost as if he was scared to look away and find her missing again. Hermione found his behavior to be odd, unsettling even. Had so much time apart changed him or was he simply continuing to play the part of the worried husband? She never could tell with him.