After the week he had endured and the thoughts in his head, Blaise was hesitant to offer comfort but it was someone he knew, someone he had once held willingly. Closing the distance between them, he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. It was taking comfort as much as offering it, Blaise's brain hardly connecting his actions to logical thought. He wished for a moment it could be Tracey or Daphne. Taking a step back, Blaise eyed her warily. He wasn't even sure where to start asking questions.
"Why did you let Theodore plead guilty?" He didn't circumnavigate the hard questions, he faced them head on. Two weeks in the locked room with no outside contact was nothing compared to the month Nott faced.
He was almost too anxious to sit but he gestured her toward the only place to sit in the small room. The bed.