Damn. In spite of what had transpired between them—at her behest, no less!—Balthazar felt obliged to see her safely somewhere if she had no accompaniment to do so. Even to see her out and about on her own on a usual day would have struck the wizard as odd, but as she was, he could not help but worry she might be taken advantage of if left alone.

He emitted a shallow sigh through his nose, largely inaudible. Merlin help him if this wound up in Witch Weekly!

“Perhaps I might escort you to the Leaky Cauldron,” he suggested gently. “It would be little enough trouble for you to grab the floo from there.” And, once back under her brother’s careful watch, hopefully sort out whatever was making her so peculiar!