She shook her head quickly, before Heather could get any ideas of sending anyone to face Remus. "No. He'll be all over the Weir tonight, but the spells we have around the place to keep things out should keep him in. The only thing that could help would be Sirius-- he's my cousin. Other animals keep him calm... it's a long story. Other than that, nothing to do until the sun comes back up."
Like any mother with a young child, Dora rarely went anywhere without a bag filled with various supplies and tricks to keep her son happy. It wasn't until Heather pointed out the lack of things that she realised she didn't even have so much as a diaper on her.
She groaned softly. "I didn't grab anything. God, I barely remembered to grab him. I was cooking dinner." A stray thought of whether or not she'd turned the oven off crossed her mind, but it was hardly the most important worry of the moment. She was stopped from speaking again when Cian started fussing again and she had to look down to try and shush him. Bad enough that she'd shown up in the middle of the night, she didn't want to add a crying baby to the mix.
"This is what everyone warned us about before we got married," she said, rocking the baby in her arms and glancing back up at Heather. "I never wanted them to be right."