"Oh." There was a foot in her mouth on that one. Tonks made a face, wanting to reach out and hug Heather but also not wanting to be entirely awkward about it. They'd talked about this before, obviously, but Tonks had told Heather to hold out hope the last time they'd talked. Obviously that hadn't gotten her very far.
"In that case," she said, taking a breath. "In that case --between the both of us-- I guess it's a good night for a sleep over. Even given the circumstances... I wish they were different."
Tonks reached out for Cian." I can transfigure something into a crib or a pen, he can sleep --I hope-- and we can eat and run our gobs. Or hell, we can sleep too."