He sank down onto the couch and watched her as she took her robes off, assuring himself that she'd been safe. He knew she wouldn't lie to him, but could not help it, even as his worry ebbed. Pulling her close, he listened quietly as she described her day.
"Yaxley?" he echoed, the lines in his face deepening as he made sense of that news. He was familiar with the name and knew his ties to Thicknesse meant trouble. "Are you sure Gawain's not involved?" he asked seriously. "You must be careful about this. There's already trouble for you, you know that."
A familiar weight settled on his shoulders, and that only increased when she mentioned Harry. "What are their plans, do you know?"
He met her eyes, hoping she had an answer. Dumbledore put so much trust in the boy, and though Remus trusted him, it didn't seem right that Harry, Hermione, and Ron were dealing with everything on their own. They were too young and too naive; they hadn't been through this before, not like the older Order members. Hell, his own wife hadn't even been through it before.