"And here I thought I did enough worrying for both of us." She teased with a grin. She ran a hand through her short hair before reaching for a biscuit and taking a bite, offering the rest of it to Harry. There was a certain level of comfort about sitting in the kitchen with a cuppa and biscuits, chatting with her husband. Even if the kitchen was in a strange cabin in a strange village that made no sense and her husband was 7 years younger than he was supposed to be. At least the tea and biscuits were normal.