It was moments like this that made Daphne fall in love with Harry all over again. The way he held her and the way he was so gentle. He knew how to treat her and she certainly appreciated it. As she felt his head rest against hers, Daphne smiled slightly. She felt so much more relieved with him there, even with the invasion of her bath, she was just glad that he was there with her. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him, but there was no point. He already knew that.
Part of Daphne worried that he was going to end up drowning himself in the tub, but she knew he was smart enough, so she didn't worry about it. Her fingers brushed gently against skin as they held each other in comfortable silence.
Hearing him speak, Daphne opened her eyes and thought about the answer to that question. "Yeah," she said quietly, her fingers running themselves through his hair gently. "It was alright."