"Me too," Tonks agreed, loosening her hold on him as he reached to turn down the heat on the stove.
She had been smiling, faintly, but she couldn't help but lose some of that expression when he mentioned who had actually written him. It wasn't that she had anything against Patience (especially not any sort of jealousy), it was even that she distrusted the witch herself. It was more Patience's sister, and the risk that was inherent in meeting with her. It was the worry she felt every time at the thought of Remus taking that risk. "And do you want to meet with her, then?" She said the words carefully, eying him as she did so, trying not to let too much of her worry show (even though some of it did).