Terry carefully crawled under the covers, smiling when Ben immediately seemed to sense him and cuddled up close. He stroked a hand down Ben's back, drinking in his son's little boy scent. It was easy to forget about the past twelve hours, and just hold Ben close. He didn't have to think about what he'd done, what he'd contributed to. He'd heard from others that the Death Eaters got off much worse than any of the Aurors or Order, though he'd been disquieted to hear about Tiberius Ogden's death. That was a very large blow for them.
"Cormac and Colin are fine, as far as I know" he whispered, turning his head to look at Seamus. He knew Seamus had to be worried about them. "I was in the shack all day, and neither of them came in, and there were no reports of their being hurt." Their shoulders were touching but it didn't matter.