Miss Emma was there, of course, apparently already having heard all about it, because she had a frothy cup of hot chocolate waiting for Clara and ushered her out of Lucas's grasp and into a chair as soon as they crossed the threshold. She didn't even purse her lips when Bramble followed them in and laid his giant head on Clara's knee, peering up at her with sad, sympathetic eyes as she petted one of his big floppy ears.
"Clara," Lucas started right in, "I really think you're jumping to--"
"Lucas." Clara's voice was so soft as to barely be heard, but it stopped Lucas immediately. She lifted her gaze slowly from Bramble to Lucas and set a swollen-eyed look on him so full of raw appeal that Lucas had to make a conscious effort not to start blubbing too. "I know you think I blame you for Alex." She reached out and set a hand over Lucas's when he flinched a little. "I don't." It was quiet and sincere. "I never have, actually."