Dumbledore was well again, before anyone had hoped or expected. He had only been in his crazy stupor for nine days and his recovery was full and satisfactory to Madame Pomfrey. Hogwarts recovered much faster than anyone expected as well. Most of the holes were filled and everyone at the top level in the Order was working to scout out a new location for the prisoners in the Chamber.
It might have been one of those moments where Gwen let her guard down, if she was prone to that type of behavior, but she was edgy still.
She knew exactly where the Dark Lord was and while she couldn't explain it she felt just as connected to him as Harry had once described to her. She knew what had caused his disappearance and she knew right where he was hiding. She didn't think he was capable at this moment of trying to conquer the world again, but she didn't want to fall into that simplistic way of thinking. Her nose wrinkled in disgust thinking how spineless that creature really was when he didn't have a wand handy.
But the things he had said to her�
No. She couldn't think about it. Not yet. She needed more time to heal. She needed time to figure out why he would tell her the truth. She needed to find her real father.