Hazel's smile could have lit the whole of the little fishing village she called her home, so bright did it become at Ernie's words. She shook the blanket out - one her mother had crocheted, a double layer of tightly woven black and gold wool - before laying it across Ernie's knees.
"I'm glad you're safe," she said shyly, settling down beside him. Though she considered very seriously saying something like, You can sleep and I'll just run my fingers through your hair, she refrained. "Did the potion help?"