Tonks heard the note of hopelessness in Trinity's voice, and it sounded so out of place there and unlike her that she almost sunk into sobs again. She sniffed loudly, pulling back just enough to look at Trin's face and raise a hand to her cheek. At least she knew the answer to that one. "Tea," she replied, with an attempt at a sad smile. "Or tequila." Her other hand gave a pat to the bag slung across her body and resting on her hip.
In the space of a few seconds her eyes flicked across Trin's face, taking in all her familiarity like it was new again. The small smile she had conjured up, however pathetic, started to falter as she thought about the proper answer to that. There was the official route, of course, the one she had taken. But that had been in June, and there was a small child that she desperately needed to see in the mix there. Trin had more varied options, but all of them still clouded and restricted by the weight of the ministry's rules. Whether she chose to follow them or not, there was risk either way.