Phaedra grinned, and it lit her up all the way to her eyes.
"Kind of where I was going with that," she said.
She didn't ask why Murphy was here, or why she'd follow Harry. There were people Phaedra'd follow to the ends of the earth. It was a short list, but she understood the feeling.
"It doesn't surprise me, though," Phaedra said. "He may be a wizard, but Harry's still male. Three hundred years, I think I've met one that handles introductions properly."
She knew why it was, of course. It was that she was living here, and then because there had been the incident in the tunnel.
"I'm usually marginally more put together," Phaedra said, looking at the shirt one more time and chuckling. "Not how I receive visitors."