Mary moved her free hand from Benjy's hair to his face, and ran a thumb gently over his cheek as he spoke, looking at him sweetly. Every night he (or Lily, or James or Lot, any of her friends) went off to do something related to the Order, Mary felt a knot in her stomach tighten. However, the knot was never so tight as when Benjy was a part of a plan, or in particular danger. The relief she felt when he came came was overwhelming and quite welcome.
She leaned over to press one sweet kiss to his forehead, and then dropped her lips a few inches lower to kiss him on the mouth. After the kiss, she stood, his hand still in hers. "Come on, we're off to bed." she said affectionately, giving his arm the lightest of tugs, in case there was an injury she had missed.