Tonks managed a smile when Heather took the baby. "It's all about the head. You're fine," she said, noting that the other woman wasn't exactly used to the motion yet. There was no crime in that, Tonks certainly hadn't been and she had a few years on Heather in the young mother's club.
That said, she ducked into the bathroom, finally able to concentrate fully on the cut at her side. In any other circumstance she would have felt awfully awkward trolling through someone else's medicine cabinet, but she was all to pleased to find the bottle of peroxide sitting by the edge and a nice, thick roll of gauze on another shelf.
"It's one of those 'it could have been worse' things," she called out, sitting down on the toilet cover to start working. Her healing spells might not have been the best, but during the war she'd become more, and more adept at every-day first aid.
She couldn't hold back a small hiss as she started blotting away at the blood. "I didn't wake you, did I?" she asked. "When we came in?"