Leaning in, Ioan pressed a featherlight kiss to Romilda's nose. He smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes, and shook his head. "It's fine. Madame Pomfrey did her job, love. You can't even tell it was injured, except for a little swelling." His fingers traced over he cheek and the side of her neck as he averted his eyes. "Some people are just evil, Romilda," he replied quietly. "They live to see others in pain. There's nothing to understand about it, in the end, except the fact there's no saving them. No changing them." Ioan licked his lips thoughtfully and said, mostly to himself, "You'd have thought it was over, with all this."