A small smirk at that – since wrapping her fist around the neck of the bottle she had longed to unscrew the top and take a big, burning gulp. It shouldn't have come as a surprise that they would be on the same page.
Deep inhale through her nose, exhale through pursed lips. Count to something. She couldn't remember the number, but she held it longer than a normal breath. The therapist had taught her that. Or maybe it was her mum, when she had been preparing herself for labour. No, that had been more furious yelling. Though furious yelling didn't sound so terrible right then, not when the world had made her best mate cry like that. Focus, Tonks.
"You have other options. Not – not great ones, but ones that don't involve your name on a bloody register." Her eyes flicked around the apartment. It wasn't that she didn't trust Obediah, she did, Trin's family felt like hers and vice versa, but the restrictions had heightened all their paranoia. "I know some people," and although she tried to make it sound funny, like a line from a bad movie, it sounded too similar to those war time days, telling her about the Order, for her to find real humour in it.