Martha couldn't argue with Hermione's assessment; she needed to be home. She needed to see her husband and have some time to get her head wrapped around the fact that she'd had eight months of memories jammed inside her head when she returned.

That was something she'd never get used too.

Her eyes widened at the frantic part, and there was half a smile; Martha was good at the understatement bit as well.

"I'm glad I missed most of it as well," Martha admits softly, with a sigh. She's not the sort who would run from a fight but... "A week of it was enough. How much longer did it go on after I...?" Ruddy angel.