Faelan shrugged and gave one last look around. He wasn't sure if he was over Padma, pushing his feelings away, or just numb. But he didn't feel much about being here. Nor did he mind going with Harry, so he said so.
"Sure. Why not?"
Automatically, he held his arm out for Harry to Apparate them. It seemed like a long time ago that the contact would have bothered him, or the magic. He was not the person he used to be. His life wasn't what it used to be. But it also was no longer what it had become. He was lost again. Maybe that's what it was. Did he not feel anything because there was nothing left to feel?
Looking at Harry, though, he knew that wasn't true. He had feelings. He was grateful for Harry, and for his brother. He was...happy for them may not have been the right phrase. But it was good for them, so it was just good.
He still had the capacity to feel, just not much to feel about anymore. He held Harry's hand tightly. "Let's go."