The volume was too high and she didn't like it. Azkaban had been quiet, almost silent. People didn't scream, because you need to feel to scream, but the numbness was almost better than this noise.
"I'm safe." She'd always been safe, locked in that cell. Safety wasn't the issue. "I don't know if I'm sane. Are you real?" She hugged him back, and he felt real, but she was almost afraid to hope, because hope brought the Dementors back. "I came home and no one was here, and I don't know if it's real or not."