Fuck.

She'd known if he'd touched her that she'd be sunk. Just the feeling of his hands on her arms brought back memories of the other night and made her breath hitch in reaction. Febs wanted to be mad, to yell and fight about it, but she just didn't have it in her. Maybe she'd gotten most of it out in the letters, maybe that had been what she'd needed; but she shouldn't have sent them.

Watching him now, standing there asking to try and make it better, she just didn't know how to stick to her guns. He was so unlike himself- or what she thought she knew him to be, and that had her resolve slipping away. "Fine," She sighed. "I'll give you a few minutes, somewhere else." He'd mentioned something about places the aurors had been using to keep an eye on the area; it wasn't ideal, but it was better than out in the open streets- even in the fog.