At Draco's words, Ted hit the bag one more time and then sighed heavily, taking his time to return his glance to his nephew. "I know," he agreed. "I hate it. I wish there was more I -- we -- could do. I mean, I know how to function without magic, but in a place that is run by magic..." He shook his head.
"They'll be all right, though. You know that, right? Remus and Teddy... they're both fighters. We need to be there for them when they return just as much as we feel we need to do something for them now."