Tonks let her hair fall back entirely to it's natural, mousy, soft brown now that she was assured he knew it was her and she was home, safe and sound. The feel of his arms around her, his lips in her hair, it was enough to make her sink even deeper against him, relaxing with a surprising suddenness that she didn't even expect. She breathed him again deeply once more before she stood straighter and nodded in understanding at his words. They had become close enough that she could nearly understand his sentiments even if he never got them out his lips. The look on his face was enough.
Tonks did pause before sitting, just long enough to remove her robes and reveal the simple pair of gray slacks and pink camisole that she worn beneath her work clothing. She'd be far more comfortable in jeans and a ripped shirt, but she had grown up a bit over the years and work was a time for more proper clothing. She'd, no doubt, go change within fifteen minutes, but for now she just wanted to sit with her husband. "Tea... tea would be lovely. But, Remus. Relax with me a moment. It has been a ... very long day." Tonks admitted quietly, not quite able to meet his eyes. She seemed almost nervous.
She did nod to his question, though. "Yes, The ministry has... turned upon itself. Or turned upon us, I suppose. Thicknesse is in charge now, and he put Yaxley in charge of our department. It's ridiculous. I have to speak to Gawain in private, sometime. I'm not certain how deep the corruption goes but... this is not natural. These men are not on the right side. It's getting bad, Remus. It's going to be so... bad." She then looked up, nodding a single moment as she watched his eyes, "And they are starting with Harry."