Lily laid her hand on his arm, following him through the house without speaking. It was enough to be walking alongside him, his hand over hers, the scent of him all around her.
She entered the room, walking to put a hand on the bed, thumb stroking the coverlet she'd lain on, then turned as he spoke.
"Yes. I'm not to block your hex, but to hex you, through the pain." She slipped her wand from her sleeve but held it low, willing to accept the full force of whatever he chose to send at her. She was strong, and she'd find a way through it.