Tonks remained silent as he spoke, her hands also clasped together tightly. What was she supposed to say? He had been careless and brazen to go into the pack as he had, and she'd spent the past year worrying herself to death over him. As far as she knew, his venture hadn't produced results, and who had truly expected it to? The werewolves and Greyback had been aligned with Voldemort since the first war.
But Remus had believed, and she wasn't the sort to dash his hopes. She had never used it against him, and she wasn't about to start calling him wrong now.
"You did what you thought was right." Tentatively she reached out to set one of her hands over his. "And at great risk to yourself. You did nothing wrong. I only wish--" She stopped and sighed. "I wish it hadn't been so dangerous is all."
She kept her eyes firmly on the empty fireplace, not having the faintest idea of how to take what he was telling her. "I don't - what are you saying, exactly?"