Murphy's just grunted something unintelligible, shrugging off Dinah's thanks. Sure, she'd had the perfect opportunity to let everything fall to pieces and be the one to comfort Harry in the aftermath--but that wasn't the kind of person she was. She loved him, and she didn't want to see him hurt.
"Just...don't mention it," she said, grabbing her purse, and heading toward the door. "You don't need my permission to be here. You've got a key. That makes it just as much your house as mine. He loves you, Dinah. Make yourself at home."