She nodded at his reassurance, though she still looking particularly downtrodden. The ministry wouldn't have broken everything up for no reason in particular. It must have been something relatively big, as much as she wanted to deny it.
Which... well, sounded appealing. Being oblivious really was being in bliss. She shifted her weight from one foot to the over and inched closer to him.
"Yes, probably. I'm sure it is. I suppose I could read my tarot cards later on..." She went on, and looked around her darkened flat distractedly. "Will you stay the night? It'll be like a sleepover. I'll cook for you. You may sleep wherever you'd like." As she spoke, she wandered around the living room, trying to find her wand.