Dorcas could only imagine everything Regulus had been through. The article she'd read couldn't have possibly captured the horror of his experience. She suddenly felt very afraid to let him go, as if they'd both drift back into that time and place where neither existed.
She leaned into him, cherishing the warmth of another human body against hers, glancing up with only her eyes when he spoke. The way he had phrased it sounded so positive, and for him, she imagined it was. What Regulus had done had been heroic. Dorcas, on the other hand, had been a coward. She had damaged the memory of an innocent person in order to ensure her own safety. She trembled slightly, unable to agree with what he'd said.
Her heart leapt into her throat when he pulled back from the hug, that fear that he would disappear welling up in her throat. She searched his face as he laughed, and the sound put her more at ease. She wondered what he would have said before he cut himself off.
"I wish I could believe you," she sighed, a strain to her voice. She was tired, but not because of the physical feeling. Her mind felt like it had been stretched apart so thin that it could snap at any moment. She nodded somewhat numbly as he nodded back in the direction they'd come, hoping he would lead the way. Try as she might, the memory of Muggle London was not coming easily to her.