Relief came out in a slow sigh. She passed him a small half-smile. Standing as he did, she swayed a little out of dizziness, steadying herself on his arm briefly before she crossed to her dresser to get the headache tonic from her carpet bag.

She downed it in one sip, like a shot of whiskey, and followed it with a long drink of water to wash away the taste. "No reason to keep watch, nobody uses the floo but us." She assured him. "He doesn't know where I live." She added a bit more quietly. Win didn't want to talk about what happened, about him, so she took a deep breath and instead choose to pull at the ribbon holding her braid together.

Loose brown waves fell over her shoulders as she ran her fingers through the tangled tresses. For the first time since coming home this morning, Winnie felt at home, at ease. She'd spent hours too long crying and panicking and wondering what to do before she had mustered the courage to take a look at herself in the mirror, shortly before Dory had arrived. At least she'd managed to clean herself up and change before he'd come. If he'd seen her at that low point, she was sure his reaction would have been much worse.

Gingerly she crawled into her bed, sinking into the softness gratefully. Once comfortable, she patted his side gently, still afraid to say much in fear that the mess of emotions still simmering would explode and she lost it yet again.