Dora sunk to the side, in his arms, resting against his shoulder and turning her head so her nose lightly brushed his clavicle. She knew she could not fall asleep there, but there was a great part of her which desperately wanted to. She could speak with him in the morning, they could worry about this later. Maybe she wouldn't have to tell him? Somehow the war would end quickly and then she could tell him, when everything was fine. The thought across her mind was enough to force her to sit up straight again. It wasn't a time for comfort. Not yet.
She shifted on the couch, pulling her leg up to rest the base of her foot against the inside of her thigh. She had kicked her shoes off almost immediately upon sitting, so her feet were bare save for mismatched argyle socks. She didn't totally pull away from him, though. Her fingertips lingered against the side of his ribs, just touching lightly, a familiar warmth and weight as the discussed less than comfortable issues.
"The ministry wants to find Harry again. They say it's to 'question' him about Dumbledore's killing but... we know it's more. They're making him the number one suspect. I've asked Gawain to be put on the team they're assigning to tracking Harry down. It'll be a tight rope to walk but, well, I'd rather it be me and someone I trust, or can control, than people who might really be working for someone like Yaxley. We can protect him, at least. If Gawain does it, we'll know he's still on our side. If he doesn't..." She frowned, leaving the thought unspoken that then they'd have to take Gawain out of power along with the rest. She didn't like the thought.