Melody was struggling to determine whether his odd behavior was truly odd or if she was simply too tired to function properly. She followed his gaze back to the blanket hanging over the edge of the bassinet. Should she not have included Gryffindor? Should she have chosen any other theme? Between her illness and the state of their relationship she'd been reluctant to decorate the nursery with any one direction. Perhaps she ought to have followed through on a the bird decor she once considered...

"It's - " just a blanket. Except, it wasn't. Melody had worked on it for months, often redoing lines of stitches in the event of an unnoticed mistake. It wasn't just a blanket, for she could have left it with its neat stripes and not embroidered so many small details from their houses.

Pausing, Melody sat up further in bed. His joke had trapped her in a sense, for if she were to laugh it off in agreement he would likely leave. A concluded joke was a natural end of a conversation and, well, she didn't really want him to go yet. "Are you alright?" Melody asked instead and gestured towards the end of the bed for him to sit if he'd like.

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