"I don't know, you'll find some looser to change the diapers," Marlene said, keeping her grip on Dorcas. Because it hadn't crossed Marlene's mind that Dorcas wasn't going to make it either, that everyone she loved the most was going to die. The only one of them who actually thrived and kept on going was Amelia and she did it without Gideon and the baby currently growing within her body. This world was so messed up, and Marlene hadn't even realized that yet. She just stuck by the notion that this was the spot between life and death for her, and if she couldn't trust it to last and if she knew her next breath was the flash of green before she died... well.
She could try and make the best of it. Marlene could learn, grow a bit, and maybe actually improve upon herself. Maybe.
"Dorcas," she said, pulling back a little and wiping her eyes. "Look- the shit. The shit that happened in the war? It's not here. I'm not dead here, Sirius isn't in jail, and I don't fucking know what Peter is doing, but I don't care. No one here is trying to hurt you or me," she said. She was glad now her robe covered her arms; where the deep scars still hurt. Her back was scared as well, but the pain of being stomped, burned, hit, and tossed had healed.