Ginny frowned at him, and rolled her eyes. "You're not that injured if you're trying to charm your way back into my good graces," she teased, giggling a little. She'd missed him, and it was good to see him walking. Good to see him standing actually.
She followed him in and bent to give the dog a good scratch. She kissed his head and thought about surprising Neville with a puppy. "You're a good boy," she said, scratching his head again before standing.
"And I'm good, thanks. I just came to see how you're doing." She wasn't talking about just his injury either. He'd had a really tough few months, and she wanted to know if there was anything she could do.