Pansy knew that Harry was trying to make her feel better, and she also knew that he needed her to be strong. He couldn't do what he did while worrying about how she was handling it and much as she'd like to beg him to stop, she knew she couldn't. He couldn't.
For a woman used to getting her own way with men, her love life seemed determined to force her in another direction. And she didn't particularly appreciate her love life dictating terms like this, but she had no choice. Not if she were going to keep Harry.
So she smiled back at him, maybe a little weakly, but she tried.
'We're going to have to ward parts of the house to keep her contained once she starts walking,' Pansy predicted. 'But she still likes to snuggle when she's sleepy,' she added. 'We'll just have to make good use of that...'
Talking about Polly was helping. She was starting to feel like she could deal with the situation. The key seemed to be to focus on the normal day-to-day things. Not death and destruction.