For a good few seconds, Tonks concentrated on breathing in and out deeply in an attempt to calm down. She knew most of her fears were irrational, but they still weighed heavily on her mind as possibilities, no matter how slim their chances. Logic wouldn't likely help dissolve those fears much, and the only thing that would was confronting them. Only problem was, right then she didn't quite feel brave enough to leave her quarters, let alone talk to Remus or Minerva.
"I know," she moaned, burying her face in her hands. "But I can't help it. Every bloody thing I've worked for in my life is gone now, and this puts into jeopardy the few good things I have left. My job, my ability to help the Order, and Remus." Near tears, she pulled her hands away to look at Hestia. "I don't know how to do this, Hes."
Tonks nodded numbly. "I've asked him over here tomorrow," she mumbled. "I'll tell him then. Could you--do the test? Make sure I'm not hallucination and panicking about nothing?"