She was silent for a moment, her fingers curling gently against his before she squeezed his hand lightly in return. She harbored no illusions that this was going to be easy, that it was going to be smooth sailing without any stormy seas, but it was a start.
She did, however, make sure her wand was in easy reach. She feared nothing from him, no, but his friends - and in some situations, her own friends - would be the worry.
None of them would understand, but she wasn't going to bother with the excuses. Not this time. It was what it was, and if they wanted to stop being her friend because of it, then they were never really a friend to begin with.
"Well, that's what we feed it," she continued after a moment. "We're certain it eats fish or ... something else that occurs naturally in the lake. I mean, it has to eat something when we aren't around, right?"