Ginny had let Neville have his space after the Patroni had arrived. She knew he'd heard the message, it would have been hard for him not to, with three going off nearly simultaneously in the house. He'd been wearing an unreadable expression, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't really tell what he was thinking.
That was new for her. She could always tell what Neville was thinking. Except now. And she didn't like it. Not at all. They were getting married and that meant that Neville had to tell her everything. And she'd tell him everything.
She made herself calm down before confronting him in their room. It was made easier by the fact that Neville was still damp from the shower and wearing just a towel around his waist. Yes, that made things much easier.
"You know you should come," she said suddenly, tearing her mind away from how that damp skin would feel beneath her fingers. "I want you to, Nev. You'd be so welcome there, and you don't even have to tell anyone about the Archer. That can be our secret. But you're fucking valuable to this war, and they'd be lucky to have you there to offer opinions and I don't care what you say, you're coming and I'll drag you there myself."