"I'm not stronger, I just have a better poker face," Dora said softly, and she leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her temple again. She was afraid so much of the time, but she'd learned to hide it, learned to cope. Learned to deal. She was having to relearn her coping mechanisms now, and it was more difficult than she admitted to most. Ewan knew about her rampant insomnia, and some of her anxiety, but she simply breathed and coped as best she could.
Dora rubbed a hand up and down Nora's back. "Ye are so much stronger than ye realize," she whispered, accent thick. "Ye just don't realize it yet." But Dora would prove it to her, again and again if needed. She'd never wavered in her loyalty to Nora since they'd gotten closer once she was out of Azkaban and they'd reconnected. She wouldn't start now.
She wanted to find better ways to reassure her, but there wasn't any now. She didn't want to mention the bairns, not yet, with what happened, and normally she might have, to offer some hope and love and reassurance, but she didn't want to remind Nora of her loss right now. "No maybe about it, love," she said, keeping her arms wrapped around her friend. Cuddles she could give.