Astoria breathed out slowly, careful to keep her face gentle. It still hurt. "You don't owe me anything, Draco," she said. "I didn't understand that, when I first got here. It's probably for the best that I... learned." And she had learned -- not to seek him out when she was frightened, not to press when she saw him hurting. This man was not her fiance, but she was starting to hope that he could, at least, be her friend. Better that than lose him altogether.