Astoria reached out, her hand falling soft on Draco's shoulder. "It will," she said, with more certainty than he'd mustered. If faith was what he needed -- well, she was something of an expert.
She let her hand slip down his arm in a habitual gesture of easy affection. "I wish I could do more to help," she murmured, dropping her gaze. "I wish-- I wish I was braver." The like you was left implied, weighing down the air between them.