[The smile she offers back is not hesitant, but it's also patient, somehow, like she's waiting for everything to sink in. Nodding,] It'd be nice if you could. [It's not aggressive, just sympathetic. Sometimes facts are hard to come by.] Thank you.

[Gosh, a compliment. It makes her laugh once, almost shyly -- she gets a lick right on the cheek from the dog, jumps, and turns to him a moment, hurries up with the ear scratches,] I'm sorry, I've been neglecting you. [Or you know, not being as focused on him as before. Looking back up at Draco,]

It's just... something I've had to learn, that's all. [Like a lot of things are.] ... I know a thing or two about exceptions.