"Of course!" she replied earnestly. It was good to be alone. Yes. Definitely. As his arms wrapped around her she knew that for sure. She held onto his hands, her thumbs running across his hands.

"It's just. Well..." she started, trying to find the right words to describe how she was feeling. Normally she was excellent at voicing her feelings on things. Why couldn't she find the words. She looked down at their hands as she racked her brains.

"I'm just not sure how... how I feel about us..." was her second attempt, although her voice trailed off again. What did she call it? If she could stand in front of the Wizengamot she could tell her husband how she felt.

"Being alone." was her quiet attempt.

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