Different Rosier? Fine. Same Lestrange. Moody had told Gideon what Lestrange did. The whole Lestrange family was rotten and deserved what they got in the end, at least in the normal world. That Rabastan was allowed to walk around the village was super lucky for him, but that he was continuing his Death Eater ways in his nephews' village pissed him off so badly. Amelia getting hurt was just the cherry on top. "Wow, they brought you to the hospital. Brilliant. They're capable of the human emotion of remorse. They shouldn't have let it happen in the first place." Maybe he'd calm down about it eventually, but there was no way that would happen right at that moment.
Reassuring smiles didn't really work. Amelia seemed to forgive them for it, but Gideon wasn't about to. In order to not get up and run after Lestrange, Gideon glared off into the distance, pretending to look for more movement in the woods. He didn't even notice Amelia reaching for his head and making him look at her until her hands were on his cheeks and his eyes were already looking where she wanted them to. She was right, though. He was tired. He was physically tired, and he was definitely tired of worrying about things. "Only because you're right. I am tired," Gideon admitted. Sleeping for a bit sounded like heaven. Better than gorging himself on a dessert bar, even. They'd figure everything else out later.