I'm sorry for you, too, Alice. This is one of those dreadful burdens of leadership, the sort of thing that used to keep Dad up at night. We lose people all the time in this murderous regime. Just hang on by remembering the ones we've saved. Go dandle the babies in the nursery on your knee, if it'll help.

I'm meeting with Nick tonight after work, but yes, I think it would help if you could speak with him, too. I'll see if there's a time he can come out to the sanctuary this weekend; one or the other of us will send you a patronus.

Maybe he could use a visit to the nursery, too.