Well. She might have been about as touchy-feely as a rock, but at least she could be an emotionally supportive rock that could give decent hugs (she hoped, anyway).
"It happens sometimes," she shrugged, offering Eleanor a small smile. "Nothing to be ashamed of." Lord only knew she could cry rivers given the right circumstances-- and the circumstances so very often happened to be just right in her instance... the perfect sad song, her failure of a new transfiguration spell she was trying to perfect, her perpetual single-hood...
"You could have fun with that, maybe," Charlotte grinned, hopping up onto the counter with her glass of wine. "Maybe color your hair differently every week... I know some awesome charms for that, actually. Or you can just be the mysterious anonymous blonde woman that no one can identify because she doesn't actually exist..."
Taking a long sip, she considered Charlotte's earlier words before the whole hugging scenario had played out. "You know, though... I know it's only been a week. And if you'd met some guy at the library and started dating him we wouldn't be having this conversation. But... you know this guy. Better than anyone knows him. And this is your job and your friendship with him that we're talking about here, that you're risking. And knowing you, that's not something you'd toy with unless you were sure. So... I think you know. It's just scary to think about."