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Later, he finds her in a drawing room, staring at a dusty tapestry with certain verve.
"Are you alright?" He asks for the second time this evening.
"I'm a fully grown auror, Remus. Of course I'm alright," she says sharply.
"Are you sure?" He asks kindly, walking over and lightly touching her shoulder. She winces. "Liar," he whispers.
"It hurts," she says suddenly.
"I'm sorry," he says, "I can fix it, please trust me."
"Okay."
"Really?" he asks; he's rarely so casually trusted. "Alright, um...sit down."
Tonks does so obligingly, a bitter smile forming on her face. "Merlin, I'm pathetic. Auror Dora Tonks defeated by a flight of stairs. No wonder you don't want me."
"Of course I do," he says quickly.
She snorts, and they both turn red.
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