Hermione came back from the little kitchen just in time to hear Ron say that, and she felt something warm curl at her spine, but just cleared her throat and then came to sit between them again, sitting down the tray she was carrying and then handing Ron a bowl of tomato soup, before handing one to Harry and taking her own.
"Good. Then we can maybe get to work on the next Hocrcux," She said, instead of talking about him leaving at all. Better just to let it lie. "I think I figured out what the next two, at least, are."