Eliot's head tilted just slightly and there was a shift of his expression. The fact Ben was chosing to gift their daughter with a piece of his history, his home, wasn't lost on Eliot. Soon enough, he was nodding his head. "Hanna," he repeated, as if that was all that was needed to make it official.
He drew in a breath. "Evans." He was unsure if either of them understood that Petunia was an Evans from the outset, not a Dursley, so it felt important to draw attention to that now. "For Petunia," he explained, with just the slightest hint of sadness.