She was huddled on the ground, like Alice underneath the living flowers, cowering from the world but also sobbing and trying to reach out for it at the same time, only something just wasn't able to connect.
She hiccuped in her crying, a cough from the intensity tickling the back of her throat. Her voice was the tiny, mournful chirp of a dusty sparrow when she spoke again. "Neville's safe?"
Her arms still clutched emptily around herself. "Why can't he be safe with me right now?" she asked, looking at him pleadingly in her despair, caught in his almost familiar eyes, tears still leaking from her own. "Why?" She almost didn't know what she was asking, only that it was a question that felt it needed to be asked.