“By chance,” Rowan echoed with a soft laugh. She kept her head on the pillow but turned slightly onto her side to face him better. “So that means you weren’t watching out for my every move, then?” She murmured softly, only loud enough for him to hear. Even though she was teasing him, she was still slightly surprised at this realization. That after all this time, after everything they’d been through together, he hadn’t somehow placed a tail on her in the form of an animagus private investigator who was known for being discreet.

He’d leaned forward to be nearer to her, and Rowan wanted to reach out to grasp his hand; touch him in some way to let him know she was alright. But even that was a risk; she found herself wishing they were back at their own place, in the shack in the woods. The echoes of their last rendez-vous still stayed with her, keeping her company as she slept from time to time. Tempted to stay awake for this encounter though (now that she’d managed to fall asleep, it was harder to stay awake, even with Malfoy here), Rowan shifted in bed, leaning on her side to pull herself up into a sitting position now. “Nothing too out of the ordinary,” She recalled in a low voice. “I took a wrong step on some ground that hadn’t been secured and it collapsed from right under me.”

She winced at the memory; didn’t want him to know exactly how far she’d fallen, and skipped over that detail. “I’m doing alright, they just want to keep me here under supervision until I’m fit as a fiddle again.”

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