She pressed her nose against his cheek as Isaac moved closer. All the unsavory scents, of what she was guessing, was the DMLE mingled on her husband and it just made her angry what their world was coming to. Quidditch was precious. It should be protected, not sullied by Aurors dragging in players and fans alike to be questioned. Everyone was at fault and no one could be blamed. It was a rough sport, no one was trying to sugarcoat that.
"Shhh," she shushed him as her hand searched in the darkness to find his. "Don't wake up, Isaac. I just wanted to see you." And she had. He was fine. Groggy but fine. Hopefully Isolde and Marcus had taken care of his wounds enough before they let him leave, but her duty to her husband was done. Yet the last thing Tracey wanted to do was go.
"Astoria and I had words about what happened and I turned around and did the same thing with you and Marcus. I guess none of us processed this well." It was her apology without the words this time. Tracey looped her leg over Isaac's possessively. Emotion filled her chest but she was smart enough to keep her mouth shut about it. It was enough just being here. "I'm going to stay for a while." It wasn't a suggestion. "In case you need anything. I don't want you to be alone."