"No need to thank me, love." Ginny said with a smile as they made their way to the kitchen. "That's what aunts are for. I mean, I assume. My aunts were kind of...well old and awful. And you're only two months old, but I assume that aunts of a reasonable age are meant to be listeners and brilliant and spoil their nieces with all sorts of things so." Okay, so perhaps it was too soon for attempts at humor, but that's how Ginny usually handled tense situations. She'd gotten that from the twins. Find the humour in the problem and it seems less scary. Just like boggarts.
The redhead took a seat at the table. "Well, I wouldn't imagine that taking care of an infant by yourself is a picnic." Ginny said, not really understanding the extent of the problem. "But you don't have to do it all alone, you know. I mean, there are loads of us around who'll help. I'm amazed that you've managed as well as you have done. And I know that asking for help is...not always the easiest," Boy, did Ginny know that, "But all of us have to do it at some point or another."