The sleepy toad carefully tucked inside her pocket, Dorcas fixed her coat so that it didn't bunch and the poor thing had little breathing air. He always liked her pocket. Her pocket or the inside of her cloak's hood.
Instead of taking his words with an extreme amount of fear, she merely looked to him with a smile. "I'm not worried." And that expression showed no hint of fear. It wasn't that she had seen the future, but she just knew. In her heart, she knew that the evil frightening her each night would fall.
A little laugh left her lips, as she shrugged. "An auror."