She watched his eyes for a few hard moments, listening to the promise about the journal, but she really wanted to know he'd do it. As he repeated his promise, she exhaled slowly and nodded. She trusted that. Tonks leaned over and pressed a quick kiss against the corner of his mouth, tasting mutually of the stew, but she didn't care. "Alright. That's all I ask. We can make this work." She affirmed, and then dropped the subject. They didn't need to dwell on his changes any longer. Not for a few weeks, at least.
She smiled a bit more to think of the stew. "I should be able to do that. It'll be harder, when the moon falls on a week day, but we'll figure something out. I promise too. If you can keep the journal, I can manage the stew." She reassured him strongly. And with that, she took the last few bites of her own stew and rested the bowl to the side. Goodness, she was full.