"Yeah, I'll stay," he said. "Mum fed me enough food for an army, but I might make a sandwich." He could always eat. Missy hadn't called him a bottomless pit for nothing. "You sit down here, and I'll make you a nice cuppa, and if the tea and soup are good, we'll have some toast, too."
All were foods he found comforting when he was sick.
Ron was as familiar with Hermione's kitchen as he was his own, or Harry's, or his Mum's, and it wasn't very long before he sat a steaming bowl of soup before her. "If you need to go to a Healer, I'll go with you if you want."