She was right and Bill knew it. The last thing he wanted was for anyone on the other side to pay too much attention to his wife, for a lot of reasons. "You're right. You're still a full-blooded witch, which counts for something, but I think that is a fact that will be taken better when they're not looking directly at you. Let's get you home before they decide your mother doesn't count."
He bit his lip. "I'll come if things get bad, but if we both leave now, I don't think I'll be able to come back. I think we need the income--and the information--for as long as I can manage. I'm not in as much danger unless Greyback comes here and recognizes his handiwork, which I doubt, since I'm sure they have him out on much more...active missions." He hugged her reassuringly, tucking her head beneath his chin for a moment. "I'll check in in the afternoon, send you an owl about what to buy for supper or something innocent like that in case it gets intercepted, so you know things are fine."