"I'm not," she said, smiling sadly. "Harry doesn't look at you that way. Neither did Dumbledore. The people who matter look at you and see you, not a werewolf." She twisted her fingers together and added in a wry voice, "It's a bit unfair, isn't it? Men don't have their sex lives on display for complete strangers to see."
She shook her head. There was no certainty in any of this. "I haven't even told my parents yet," she said. "I'm sure they've heard about it by now, but--they haven't seen me. I haven't any idea how that's going to go. I'm keeping the baby here with me after through the end of the year, but if Minerva wants me back, I've no idea what to do then." Tonks sighed. "I'm sorry, it's pointless worrying about all of this now. Do you still want to come to appointments and--help pick things out? You don't have to. I can do it on my own if you'd rather focus on other things."