Ginny's annoyance melted further at the sight of him. The forced smile and stiffness in the way he was carrying himself gave away more than he probably realized and a fresh wave of guilt washed over her as she followed him inside. She was suddenly feeling ill-equipped to be helping him. She couldn't possibly say anything that was going to make anything better and she found herself wishing (not for the first time since he'd arrived) that she was older. That she was the wife she knew he needed to have around instead of the girl fresh out of school and so far away from where he was.
"I'm sorry." She blurted out after a moment. "For...Being such a prat and all. I shouldn't have been mad at you. I wasn't--" She broke off and let out a sigh. "I didn't--I was worried about you and I'm just..." What she was, was being selfish and making it about her, truly, but admitting that was too hard. So instead she just shook her head and held out her offering of food.