Emma had had no idea what to expect. She hadn't read many Muggle books, and certainly none of their fiction. She was a little curious as to what one of their books might hold.
But she found herself distracted by the hand that took hers. It was warm and strong and it slipped into hers easily, with no fumbling, as if it had been there before. And it had, earlier, but she hadn't analyzed it as much as she did now, that feeling of familiarity. But it felt...comforting.
The voice was also so familiar, the way it rose and fell as he read. It suddenly occurred to her to wonder why he was there. He'd been surprised that she was awake....had he been there before? It felt like he had, but she didn't know why. He barely knew her.
It was then that she realized that he had been the one to bring her to the Shack. He had come to see her at the Inn, she remembered, and she had collapsed.
It was all very...curious.
Seamuse read on, and she began to know she wouldn't be able to stay awake. Unexpectedly, she asked, 'Come back?'