Ginny unwrapped his bandages and turned his palms over in her hands. He wanted to hug her so badly and say that he was sorry for freaking her out, about the almost-baby and what it meant to him. But he didn't, not yet, he was just getting control over his emotions when she kissed his palm and healed the wounds he wasn't able to. She always did have a knack for that.
She was talking, telling him what he needed to hear and at first he only nodded, really not able to find his voice at the time. But when Ginny looked at him, he couldn't hold back any longer. "Ginny, don't be sorry. You were scared... and admittedly so was I."
Neville took a long shuddering breath and shook his head again, wishing he could hug her but the salve would get on her clothes. "I should have been more careful. Learned the charms and such ... and what I had said, I should've saved it for another time. I scared you even more and that wasn't my intention. I never wanted to scare you, hurt you." He looked at her, meeting her eyes. "Don't be sorry. I'm the one who's sorry for making you feel this way."