"We'll keep him from getting too upset," Heather assured her, very gingerly reaching out to touch the baby's head. She'd never really been around an infant before, or even a small child. Even when she was younger, it had always been her and her Dad, plus any of his friends that might've hung around. Never really anyone her own age. She glanced to Tonks for permission, even though she was pretty sure it would be alright. Good practice for when her own child was born, she figured.
She watched as Tonks' hair changed from near pitch black to a more neutral brown, and it made her think not for the first time that the woman reminded her of a mood ring. She never mentioned it because it usually just slipped her mind once they got talking, but she didn't think now would be a proper time to make a joke, even if it was just about that.
"But you did," she reminded her pointedly. "You got him out, and you got yourself out. That's the main thing."
With the way Tonks had twisted around to feel at her side, Heather figured she must've gotten some kind of wound throughout the whole ordeal. "We've got a lot of first aid stuff," she said, motioning towards the bathroom. "You can use any of it if you need to."