He might have known, but it never hurt to say it aloud.
She nodded at his answer. Bellatrix could never remember her dreams, only the hazy calm of oblivion. But she knew what nightmares were, she'd seen them in other people when she sifted through their mind.
Her left hand trailed down his arm, pulling it from where it curled about his knees until their forearms lay side by side, twin Marks upon their likewise matching pale skin. Light, faded things they were now, devoid of any hint of motion. Ghosts of the past that they wore on their skin.
"Do you think they'll ever vanish completely?" she mused.
She hadn't been able to resist raking her nails across her flesh after she'd confirmed that- what her nephew had told her about the Dark Lord... the impostor. The slashes in her skin had been healed quickly after, but even a washing with her blood could do nothing to remove the Mark from her skin. For the first time she'd begun to wonder in earnest if it were even possible.