Ron was also nervous. He knew that while Hermione had done her best to patch him up he still needed a proper Healer. A couple of his fingernails weren't growing back properly, for one thing, which was turning out to be increasingly painful, and his ribs still bothered him for another. He could breathe and walk around and, well, he knew he could handle some strenuous activity now (the thought made him blush), but there was always at least a dull ache in his side. If he was going to be fighting, he'd need to be in better shape. Still, agreeing to this meant trusting a total stranger, basically on Colin Creevey's word. Well, that and Harry's precautions. The location, a ruined shed in an isolated wooded location, was relatively safe for a meet. And Ron wouldn't be going alone, either.
After some argument, he'd decided not to wear any disguise more complicated than dyeing his hair brown, as it was . Of course, that was a lot riskier than taking Polyjuice had led to another argument which Ron had lost: Hermione and Harry had insisted on coming with him to the meet, Harry hidden under his cloak.
"Well, now or never I reckon." And got to his feet, ready to get going now.