"I’ve been fighting," she repeated, and bit the inside of her cheek, pausing. "I’ve been out on six missions that have ended in skirmishes against Death Eaters." He blinked, faint surprise in his eyes, and then held his gaze steadily on hers. Iron filings, she thought half-incoherently to herself and waited for him to speak, but he didn’t. Just watched her. So she filled in the space of the silence.