Gaunt still stood aghast at the fire wall that, and there was a small part of him that rip her throat out. The part of him that hated when plans fell apart. It was well that he had more experience keeping these baser instincts at bay. As much as he would never want to admit it, she had saved him from some rather bad predicaments during this bizarre adventure here. So he walked up to her for what would presumably be the last time and looked her in the eye (even thinking about a hug was well beyond him at this point).

"I daresay we haven't seen eye to eye most of the time, but we had some exciting time along the way haven't we? And I know I haven't been the easiest person to be stuck with at times, so as a parting gift I'll give what I've never had to give anyone before and hopefully never have to give to anyone again: my gratitude."

With some internal difficulty, Gaunt offered out his hand.