A letter. There was a letter. Of course, there was a letter. Something Teddy hadn't seen or hadn't been deemed important enough to see. (It did not occur to him that because he had already accepted their situation that he didn't need it - it was just the insecurities he felt as part of their particular generation of witches and wizards.)
What he did notice were the expressions on Jamie and Al's faces. No, he didn't need Harry protecting him right now. The stand-off, as it were, was over. So he moved around his godfather, stepping closer to his near-brothers only to kneel near them, looking up. He had done the very same thing so often when they were much smaller and upset. "It is utterly mental but it will be fine. I promise. And I don't reckon I've broken a promise to either of you yet."