[ Hermione recognizes that instead of a clear presentation of emotions, there is a distinct lack... Which is just as alarming, in her opinion. She understand his loss much deeper than she thinks he realizes, simply because she understood Ron's loss of him from a different perspective, as well as her own loss of him. He was more than simply Ron's brother to her. He was also a friend.
She'd also tried to deny it. To herself, to anyone else... She doesn't want to think Ron's really gone. But in her gut, in her heart, she feels the absence profoundly. More importantly, she feels the effect of his very real absence on the people around her, for whom she cares deeply.
It's the tenderness and swelling in his knuckles that she can feel first, and she is immediately worried. It gives her a moment's pause, but she'll make with healing it as soon as they've talked. The emotional aspect, at least in her opinion, is far more important at the present time. Despite his reciprocation of comfort, she transfers her ministrations, lifting her hand from his and placing her arm loosely around him, her palm tenderly making small circles at the center of his back.
She makes a physically insistent motion for him to rest on her, speaking softly and gently as she's able. ]
Come here... [ She really is barely murmuring, but her hand moves again, to his hair, brushing it back and smoothing over it in a motion she can only assume is comforting for him. ] Rest. I won't leave.
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action; thank you for bearing with me ._. i feel horrible lmao
Date: 2011-12-18 05:50 pm (UTC)She'd also tried to deny it. To herself, to anyone else... She doesn't want to think Ron's really gone. But in her gut, in her heart, she feels the absence profoundly. More importantly, she feels the effect of his very real absence on the people around her, for whom she cares deeply.
It's the tenderness and swelling in his knuckles that she can feel first, and she is immediately worried. It gives her a moment's pause, but she'll make with healing it as soon as they've talked. The emotional aspect, at least in her opinion, is far more important at the present time. Despite his reciprocation of comfort, she transfers her ministrations, lifting her hand from his and placing her arm loosely around him, her palm tenderly making small circles at the center of his back.
She makes a physically insistent motion for him to rest on her, speaking softly and gently as she's able. ]
Come here... [ She really is barely murmuring, but her hand moves again, to his hair, brushing it back and smoothing over it in a motion she can only assume is comforting for him. ] Rest. I won't leave.