Gabrielle frowned rather dramatically, not at all convinced that Colin and Dennis were permanently torn apart. Gabrielle and Fleur could get through anything; she expected no less of these two. She also thought having no magic was a poor excuse, considering how strong he proved himself to be moments ago. She decided to say none of this; he could kill her, whether or not her blood tasted good.
"Oui, blonde like me," she nodded, almost amused by the fact but still too afraid. She supposed the men could have met elsewhere; she had not exactly seen Dennis for a while, and he could have been anywhere during that period. "Zis Jand-air? I ehm... I 'ave 'is coat." Gabrielle had no idea why she even shared that fact.
"I suppose you made ze right choice," Gabrielle admitted. "'ad you been anyzing uzzer zen what I remembaired, I... I might not 'ave remembaired you at all." She could not fathom how afraid she would have been, given what she felt even now.
"Eet must be vairy 'ard, oui," she agreed. His situation made her feel terrible... and a big part of her wanted nothing to do with it. Unfortunately, she could not ignore her own compassion, and knew inside of herself that she would end up helping.
"I do not know where to start," she confessed, wiping one last stray tear away. "You will 'ave to tell me, but... I will do my best for you. I am sure eef you are so kind, uzzers will 'ave to see your side of zings. Zere are nice people 'ere. You know zat."