She hated herself for going to pieces as she was, and that was enough to fuel her guilt. It was a fresh pain she wasn't used to yet, and it took time to adjust to loss, she knew that, but those thoughts didn't make anything any easier.
Still and silent for several long moments, Tonks tried to concentrate on her breathing and the feel of Remus's arm around her. Comfort. So many times she'd been the one to comfort him, or to attempt to do so, attempt to convince him he was worth his weight in gold. Even then she couldn't find it in herself to enjoy this small moment, surely one of the few she would ever get with him, because of the heaviness of grief inside of her. It wasn't fair that she should lose Moody and have this stark reminder of what she would never have all within the same hour, and something inside of her trembled as if it were about to explode.
"I should go," she whispered, but she made no move to stand. The Weasleys had enough to deal with without her hanging around, and she desperately wanted to find a blanket, crawl underneath it, and stay there for as long as she possibly could.