It wasn't until Heather was the one to actually open the door that Tonks bothered to think about what she would have done had someone else greeted her. An audible sigh escaped her lips when Heather stepped aside to let her in. "Thank you," she said gratefully. She shifted Cian in her arms, trying to calm them both down. It wouldn't help his fussing if she was frazzled, but she just was.
"I'm really sorry." Tonks turned to Heather, quickly trying to offer some sense of propriety to a very unusual situation. "I am. It's late, I know... I just-- Remus transformed in the middle of the living room and this was the only place I could think to come that would be far enough away and safe. I had to aparate so our scents wouldn't trail and-- Merlin, I don't know. I just came here."
She reached up, pushing a hand through her hair trying to catch her breath which was coming in deep gulps even though she was far, far away from the Weir by now.