Evan's hand tightened on his wrist, and he levered himself up, still keeping Harry close. Harry let himself be tugged, because just this once, he was satisfied— to know his mother was alive and couldn't care less about the why and how. He was already beginning to craft her letters in her mind, all the things he would tell her. Even if she didn't reply. He had this right now. He wasn't going to tempt the Ancients towards any sort of game. 