He felt bad when she said she was hungry too and wondered how long they had been wandering about in the forest, where she came from. He wished he had food here. Good food. He would not have hesitated to give her something. He didn't like the thought of her wandering around and practically starving. "No... don't be sorry," he told her when she cut herself off. "If you're hungry, we can go and try to find something. I don't want you to be hungry, Hermione." He felt guilty, knowing she had probably only been in the forest in the first place because of him. Helping him find those crux things.
Harry stood and wrung his hands awkwardly, thinking what he wanted to know first was probably what she least wanted to tell him. But he couldn't not ask. "What happened to Sirius?"