Narcissa couldn't help the uncharacteristic squeal of sheer joy that escaped her lips, hugging his arm to her body. "Oh, Edric, this will be simply wonderful. No Dark Lord or husband or any troubles that haunted or hindered us back in London." She wanted to kiss him, to throw her arms about his neck and lose herself in scent and lips. And yet she withheld her childish behaviour and listened to his words. "Could I not help you with your research, love? Two heads being better than one and all." Narcissa couldn't help but replay his words over and over again in her head. He wanted her by his side. He wanted her by his side.