Morag cocked her head to the side, watching the younger woman. She seemed to bristle at the implied criticism to Professor Lupin, and Morag smiled. 'The point is that he'll have a lot to think about.'
She looked at both women. 'Our side has a fundamental difference that the other unfortunately does not suffer. The directors of this battle will worry about losses and who they are and how to prevent them. The other doesn't care at all who they lose or how many they dash upon the rocks to win. That means their leaders can direct a battle more easily....they're pulled in fewer directions. Ours will quickly be overwhelmed, I fear....'
She didn't want to take away from Terry's plan at all, but truth was truth.
'Your mum will be fine. She's had some excellent training lately,' Morag smiled, 'and she'll be with us. As you are welcome to be. But I suggest we do some training together, to be better coordinated as we fight.' She wasn't about to point out some of the previous problems she'd had when fighting with a random partner.
But Percy Weasley was not to be near her in this fight.
Morag smiled at younger Tonks. 'I'd be happy to help in any way I can,' she said warmly.