She nods, curling into her wife.

Hug.

Snuggle.

Fay returns eventually, near midnight. She looks uninjured - and also the tiredest they've ever seen her. 

"Girls..." she says, seeing them still on the couch.

"You're okay."

"I am."

"Are you two alright?"

"We're fine. Just tired."

Anathema nods.

Fay comes to sit on Ellie's other side, joining the snuggles.

"I have to stay at Hogwarts in case someone needs me," she says. "But you two should be able to go back to the house - it's still under the Fidelius - though you'd need to floo from the Headmistress's Office to Grimmauld Place and then home."

"...Wanna stay with you."

"Yeah. Here."

"...I should be able to Transfigure the couches," she says, in the tone of someone who's so far beyond exhaustion it probably doesn't matter if she keeps casting spells.

"No. You should sleep. We'll be fine."

She's silent for a bit, and then: "The couches really aren't comfortable to sleep on."

"My bed's big enough to share if we shove some pillows to the floor. You two should get sleep, too."

"Okay."

She yawns, standing and transferring Scarlet to her shoulder. "Sounds cozy," she mutters, yawning again. 

(Ugh, they're still in their day robes and shoes... Not very cozy pajamas. Whatever.)

Shoes they can take off.

At least their outer layers, too. Three in a bed is going to get toasty.

Yeah. And helping Ellie out of her robes doesn't require that many higher brain functions.

Fay had already discarded any outer robes she may have worn in the fight before coming up.

(She hadn't wanted to alarm the girls.)

Still, she toes off her shoes as she leads them into the bedroom - large, walls painted a cheery bright green, ceiling a dark purple with enchanted glowing stars. The bed's huge and piled high with a possibly obscene number of pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals (the ones Ellie's gotten her in prominent spots). The extra pillows and blankets she shoves to the floor, though she treats the stuffed animals more gently, simply rearranging them on the bed with a tired wave of her hand.

She crawls into bed with an exhausted sigh, curling around one soft pile. (The bed's not big enough that they can all definitely avoid touching each other, but, well. Fay's too tired to care.)

A bit of touching is comforting after a long, stressful day.

'A bit of touching' implies that Anathema isn't a limpet given human form, especially when stressed and tired.

...It's nice.

Fay relaxes more, almost imperceptibly, with the girls draped over or beside her.

Maybe they can all get some good sleep tonight, then.

Maybe.

Fay falls asleep first, face going slack, body unwinding a bit.

Ellie's not long after.