[ Hermione nods, smiling softly, lifting her hand to touch his cheek with a tenderness she had quite forgotten she'd possessed. It's been a long time since she had felt this kind of motherly feeling for someone that wasn't Harry or Ron - but Legolas is like her brother, now, she thinks, and she's allowed to mother him as much as she wants. ]

I think so. I can't imagine there'd be anything else. We were brought here so, when we leave, we have to go home, right?

[ She smiles, opening it and breaking off a piece, offering it with a bright expression. ]

Chocolate. It's a kind of sweet food, something that warms the body. You'll like it, I promise.