Neville smiled back, relieved. It was a grim but determined sort of atmosphere; we're in this together, was the unspoken feeling in the air. "Thank you," he said, with real gratitude. Ever since the end of the war, he'd been struggling with his almost self-appointed leadership role. He couldn't let it go; he needed to be involved, but he was also terrified of losing any more lives under his watch. It was good to hear that he was still trusted, even though Harry was back now, even though the war was supposedly over. "I think I needed to hear that."