"I'm fine," Tonks assured him. With the lights so had gone their heat, and she reached around behind them to tug a quilt off of the couch. Throwing one corner over Remus' shoulder, she scooted close, a wordless request that he do the same.
"Tired. Hungry. Fat. But fine."
Tucking under his arm like a cat might, Tonks leaned her head against Remus' chest, breathing in the smell of his clean shirt, the peppery scent of his skin underneath. He had a unique smell, one she loved. Maybe because he was a werewolf.