Even in the worst of times, Daphne found herself not wanting to ever separate from Harry, even for just a second. Every little aspect of his being comforted her. From the looks he gave her, to the way his kisses felt to the way he pushed her hair out of her face. She had fallen so hard for him that she noticed every little thing about their relationship that made it all worth while. Even when they were both wondering if it was worth it at all.
Another nod was given as Daphne complied, taking the offered hand and standing with him, blanket still wrapped around her. Once he had his arms around her, she moved closer, resting herself against his body, preparing to be tugged into the kitchen below. When in the mood she was in, apparating wasn't pleasant, though she wouldn't complain.
As they arrived, she felt a knot in her stomach form, though she figured it'd dissipate by the time she sat down again. The offer of tea brought another nod from her. "Please?" she responded, still not wanting to move away from him.