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[clumsy_auror]

*In the late afternoon, Bernard helps her move out to the couch, bringing her a book and cup after cup of tea.

The change of scenery is nice, but she'd still rather be up and about.*

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[young_tmriddle]

*There is a soft knock on the door, and then Tom peeks his head in.*

Anyone home?

[clumsy_auror]

*Yawning, Tonks looks up from her book and grins.*

Hey. C'mon in.

[young_tmriddle]

*He can not express the relief he feels upon seeing her up and talking.*

How are you feeling?

[clumsy_auror]

Not bad, really.

*she waves him over to sit in the armchair*

Really sore, but generally okay. Feel better all the time.

[young_tmriddle]

Thank God for the angel.

*He says it in all seriousness, and then realizes the irony. He begins laughing.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She laughs with him, and nods.*

Yeah. I know. This is twice now he's saved my hide. Dunno how to thank him, really.

[young_tmriddle]

*He sits down in an armchair.*

I wanted to come after you, you know. I would've.

[clumsy_auror]

*Her smile fades, and Nymphadora nods again.*

I know, Tom. But I understand why you didn't.

[young_tmriddle]

Sorry, didn't mean to make you stop smiling. I just wanted you to know.

What are you reading?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Thankfully, the couch is wide enough for two.

Bernard spends the afternoon, when he's not brewing tea or taking care of Sunny, curled around her, dozing, even as she takes visitors.

Shut up. He's exhausted, and he needs to touch her, even if it's just his head on her shoulder, his arm around her waist.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She rests her head on his as she reads, fiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*There might be some light snoring. Very light. Hardly noticeable, really.*

[clumsy_auror]

*At one point the snoring becomes... well, more noticable, really, and Nymphadora prods him in the ribs.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard starts and lifts his head, looking around blearily, a scowl on his face.*

Poked me.

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora bites back a grin.*

Snorers get poked.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*>:O*

Don't snore!

*He has no idea how much he sounds like Sunny.*

[clumsy_auror]

Oh? And how would you know?

[locks_it_up]

And there she is.

Death smiles, like mercy.

"Hello, Tonks."

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora looks up from her book, startled, eyes wide.

But after a second, a slow smile spreads across her face.*

Hi, Death.

[locks_it_up]

She smooths her hair back, like a mother, voice all soft concern.

"How are you feeling?"

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora probably looks rather young, as she gazes up at the Endless.*

Okay.

Been better. Been lots worse.

[locks_it_up]

"I'm glad you made it out alright."

Death touches her fingers to Tonks' belly, briefly.

There's a smile.

"Both of you."

[clumsy_auror]

*A faint flush stains her cheeks, and she smiles a little in return.*

Thanks. So'm I.


*She holds up a hand, and an armchair pulls up near the couch.*

Have a seat.

[locks_it_up]

"I bet you are..."

She sits, sprawling gracefully on the chair.

"Thanks." She sweeps oil-black hair out of her eyes. "Quite a number, that was."

[clumsy_auror]

So I've heard. Don't really remember much.

*She pauses, thinking of the gunshots she heard dimly, through the haze.*

I can imagine, though.