Fabian altered his grip on Hestia, pulling her close enough to bear her weight. It was his back to the bed, hers to the wall and he was fine with leaving it like that. Looking back over his shoulder would make it real, make Megan's his. He knew he'd find some bit of her that belonged to him, her eyebrows, her chin. Something that would verify what Hestia was saying. When that happened... he didn't know what he would do. He could not go and kill the Carrows, he couldn't fight back, couldn't even fucking punch a man without threats of jail. Nor could he run, go to the gym and work it out - he wouldn't leave Hestia no matter his own wants or needs.
"She's going to be alright." He soothed, still holding onto Hestia. Still keeping her close to his chest and heart. "We'll tell her when you're ready. If you're ready, she's your daughter first, and she's safe now. I promise Jones, as long as I'm here she'll be safe."