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Somehow, Fleur had managed to very nearly doze off on Bill's bed as the hour passed. She owed it up to nerves and stress, and the anxiety about returning home. Now that the time was drawing near, she was more aware of her fears that, perhaps, Shell Cottage was no longer safe. She was lying on her side, eyes half closed, when Bill reentered the room. Almost instantly, Fleur forgot about her misgivings and sprang up. She closed the distance between the bed and the door in only a few strides.
"Yes?" Overlooking Bill's injuries in her relief, Fleur threw her arms around his neck and embraced him tightly before remembering his condition and loosening her hold. She beamed up at him, examining his face as though looking for signs of a transformation that had never come. "How was it?"