[ She finds where their hands are without looking and clasps at them, finally just nodding slightly. As long as they can just stick together everything will be fine, right? Right. No use for doom and gloom, either: there's nothing they can do about it anyway, and treating a child like a mistake isn't possible. ]

Well, I suppose none of us should be sorry then.

[ She curls into both of their affections, breathing finally slow and even: she's cried herself out, in any case. Sirius' declaration earns him a faint snort at least. ]

No you won't, because I'll get mad if any of you get hurt. So you'll all have to be very careful in my absence or I will be quite cross with the lot of you.

[ No, she'll be distraught--but "mad" sounds better. Less final. ]