Though she couldn't see Ben's memories, Ginny saw him pull out more than one silver thread. It made her wonder what Ben wanted to remember, should they have the opportunity to remember such things in safety on day. However, she couldn't let her mind wander for long, this business was serious, and Ginny's personal feelings had no place hindering Ben's safety.
Once the vial was filled, Ginny quickly put the chain around her neck, and cast a shrinking charm on the vial, so that it was no larger than a thumb-tack. The chain was cold when she tucked it under her coat and sweater, but safe and certainly innocuous.
"Well, let's set you down, then." The ground seemed cold and damp; Ginny pulled out an old Daily Prophet from her satchel and placed it on the dirt, just outside the wards, indicating that is where Ben should sit. The sounds and lights from the pub looked to be in soft-focus in the distance. Ginny stepped back inside the wards and watched as Ben situated himself, facing away from her.