Tugging on his robes, he sat comfortably next to her, slipping a hand to tuck hair behind her ear. “They shrunk your robes?” He asked quietly, brows rising slightly. That was unlike them; in fact… he’d never heard of any elf- theirs or no- doing laundry wrong.
“Mine have been fine…” he said off-handedly, which made thing even more strange…why in the world would her robes be shrinking but neither his nor Marlowe’s?
However, she seemed to suddenly be moving into a panic attack, which she was much more prone to fits of emotional outbursts lately and he moved a hand around her head softly, pressing her closer, lips touching the temple in a gentle gesture. “Shh, love,” he noticed the dog curl behind her and gave Maera a slight smile.
Turning his attention back to his wife, he ran a hand down her hair and gave her the same smile. “We could probably move back to Hogsmeade soon…I hear things are getting back to normal- we could go home.” Montague said quietly, hoping that would help, he knew how restless she was getting; it was nearly so bad for him- he never sat still for so long- in one place…not for years.