Remus knew that sitting position all too well. It was one he still adopted himself when it was all getting too much to bear and his subconscious needed to protect him from a conversation that hurt like bloody hell. Not often. He couldn't remember the last time it had happened. But, he knew the sort of emotions that gesture hid. Shifting Hope gently in his arms, he offered her back to her mother, more comfort than he could likely give himself just then.
"Is it?" he asked quietly. "Is it hiding? Or is it letting go of something that's already had power over you for too long? Something that in the letting go gives your daughter a slightly better lot? You have Hope because some Divine Providence gave you a miracle. Perhaps Fate's way of making up for the innocence that was taken from you. You can acknowledge Rabastan's role in her conception, but you don't owe him anything for it. If anything, after what he did to you, he owed you this child."
Sighing, he reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind one ear, squeezing her shoulder gently before lowering his hand. "Lily, there are so many people who love you and who are not going to give up on you. You have brothers, uncles, aunts, cousins who all love you. You have friends who will not forget you or let you forget they're thinking of you. There's an entire web of people ready to support you if you let them. You'll get there and you'll have plenty of help along the way."
He smiled. "Just don't give up on us, either, or forget we're here to help in any way we can."