"In through your nose Hermione, yes good. Now exhale. Excellent." His hands still held hers and they stayed this way for two more rotations. She stared at his mouth, watching his lips form an "O" on the exhale and close when they breathed again through their noses. When the last of her air left her lungs she snapped her gaze to his gray eyes. They were scared, she realized. She recognized the terror for what it was; experience.