"No, it's fine. I want to. I probably won't be able to sleep tonight anyway," he insists as he backs away, and her stomach turns. Will he come home – back, not home, she corrects herself – drenched in blood? Or wounded? Or...at all? A catch of fear leaps up in her at the thought of Malfoy being killed on a mission, and she being...thrown to the wolves. "I'll see you tonight." She nods, clutching the boots to her like a teddy bear.