Morag laughed sheepishly. 'Oh, yes....that.' Still, he had a point. And she knew he worried about that. About her.
Letting him pull her over to his chair, she slipped onto his lap and put her arms around his neck. Without looking him directly in the eye, she said softly, 'One of us could have died, you know. You were really quite sick. And Cho did die. She was my age, and as healthy as either of us. And Shacklebolt....' She frowned.