LOLOLOL, OH DEAR! I love it Nonnie! Everyone waiting for Hrera to blister Dori with the sheer force of her personality.
Except the explosion probably wouldn’t come.
Hrera would be all
There is a collective, unspoken “uh-oh.”
And then she would suggest, rather stiffly: “Dori, dear. Tea?”
And Dori would likely draw himself up and nod, and there would be tea and maybe cake. Polite, stilted conversation would eventually become sympathetic nodding as they chatted about the utter impossibility of relatives. And the Halls would quake, because that is one hell of a formidable team.
(Hrera understands. This is something she has in common with Dori, in fact. She understands that urge to care for people that is so powerful that you cannot help but become a fusser. She understands what it is like to ache for those you love, never able to care for them ever again. And she understands what it is like, those first few months having them back – how all-consuming it can feel, how frantic the need to look after them, look after them. She gets it.)
Ah, Nonnie I’m sorry! I mustn’t have received it! I’ve answered and posted all the Dori headcanons sent within the last couple of days. Perhaps you could try sending it again?