Emmeline shook her head. She didn't care about the disillusionment charm. That was hardly an issue. It had been a good idea. It was the kindness he was showing her. It didn't make sense. As much as she had liked to believe the good in people, she'd quickly begun to learn that it just wasn't true. People weren't all good. Strangers didn't go out of their way to help other strangers when they were clearly losing it. Her best friend, yes she'd probably considered Handsome her best friend, had plied her with firewhiskey then kissed her. A lot. And it wasn't because he liked her, she couldn't believe that. And now this stranger was insisting on walking her home with his jacket around her. It was making her head hurt, all of the confusion.

"It's not that," she said quickly, still looking up at him, "Why are you being so nice? It doesn't make any sense. You don't even know me."

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