"If I wanted to call you that, I'd call you that!" She grinned. Tonks was about to turn and start heading her way back when Andy spoke up again. Moving enough so that she could see him, the woman lifted her eyebrows.
"Don't be daft. You're not dead weight, lambie. You're hurt. There's a difference." She reminded him easily. But then she was nodding. "It gets warmer and we'll find some string to go tyin' ribbons around old oak trees." Or however that song went.