Ginny sighed, her eyes stinging for a moment with the threat of tears as Bill spoke. The pain in his eyes, his voice, his words, was almost too much, bringing up all the pain Ginny had been trying to push down inside since George and Fleur had died. "I'm sorry," Ginny said softly, her voice breaking just slightly. "I miss her, too. And- and George." She drew in a deep, shuddering breath to calm herself, and then said, "I can stay the night sometime, if you want? Or you can come stay at our new cottage, you know, you're always welcome. And you wouldn't have to worry about empty rooms and any... reminders." Actually, that might have even been a better idea. Her and Harry's cottage was new, Bill would have no memories there, and he definitely wouldn't get lonely or have to stay on the floor.
Frowning, Ginny reached up to tuck a bit of her brother's hair behind his ear. "Of course you'll be good for her. You're her father. She doesn't need you to do everything, we can help with that, but she does just need to see you." She bit her lip briefly and then sighed again, remembering Toire the last time she'd seen her, face upturned and a plaintive look in her eyes as she looked up at Ginny. "She's always asking me where you are. 'Where's Papa?', over and over. Maybe... you should give it a try? I can bring her over here for a day?"