"You're right. I'm surprised he's not screaming bloody murder." She'd pulled him out of the playpen so quickly she'd almost been worried about whiplash. With no toys and what was likely to soon be a dirty diaper she was honestly amazed that he wasn't fussing more than he was. For the moment she handed him her finger and sure enough he fell silent. She knew from experience that it wouldn't last forever. Eventually he was going to figure out that there was no milk in it.
As upset as she was, there were a surprising lack of tears and while her heart was still racing she wasn't as outwardly upset as she could have been. Eyes squeezed shut she was even able to force her hair back to brown, if not the pink she was used to. It would have been pointless trying to get that to come around. She was somewhat calm, not happy.
"I almost didn't get him out," Tonks admitted. She picked at a few strands of hair, bringing them in front of her eyes to make sure the morph hadn't gone horribly wrong. "I tried to talk him down first, then I tried morphing a wolf-- I should have known that wouldn't work. It never works. I can only get half way. Grabbed Cian after that and we ran into the bedroom so I could get the spells down."
Shifting the baby again, Tonks felt down around her side looking for the sore spot where he'd only barely nicked her. It wasn't a bite, nowhere near that, but she knew she still wouldn't tell Remus about it. It was a cursed wound regardless and it would scar over enough that he would feel guilty for it "Needs a bandage or some'at," she muttered with a sigh. Escaping that situation without a scratch would have been nothing short of a miracle.