"Well, it's no bottle of shampoo," Severus quipped, smirking, as he squeezed Sappho's hand, "but I was hoping you'd like it." He started to ask if she'd brought the handkerchief he'd given her, but then he changed his mind and pulled another one from his pocket. After shaking it out, he gathered the material as well as he could, one-handed, and held it up to wipe her face. "I also hope, after reading that, you will understand that you are no consolation prize. You are the best gift I could have ever received, and I thank my lucky stars for you every day."