It was a small price of comfort to pay, really, even though there was still a tiny part of her that wanted to flinch away from the contact. Because he had always been so attentive and considerate to her, mysteriously and curiously so. Even now, Miho could not understand what it was that Ion saw in her to direct such attention. Such kindness. It was the sort of thing that had mostly been absent from her life before entering Hogwarts. Something that continued even after she had been enrolled.

Slytherin House was not known for friendships and camaraderie outside of their Common Room. Still, Miho had her own streak of rebellion, as always.

Letting her fingers slide from his shoulders, the young girl gave a gentle nod in acknowledgement to his gratitude. And with nothing else to occupy her time, she allowed herself to linger in Ion's company a little while longer, taking a moment to make sure that the young Gryffindor was, indeed, alright and not out of sorts from his near tumble. Or that he would not get lost once more in the bustle of the festivities.