“Promise me that you’ll stay safe,” Sirius whispered into your hair. He was holding you to him tightly, his hands pressing into your back.
“Of course I will, honey. I know what I’m doing,” you reassured him. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
You were doing your best to keep your voice steady. If Sirius knew how afraid you were, he would never let you go. It had taken a lot of arguing to persuade him to let you go in the first place. You would have gone with or without his blessing, of course. But it was nice to know that you wouldn’t have an argument waiting for you when you got back.