Daisy didn't know why she was so upset, except that she knew exactly why and she wasn't going to go into that right now. Not when he looked like death warmed over. Or when she had a particularly bad hangover. So she closed her mouth before she could say anything truly horrific and instead went into the kitchen to see what she could put together.
As soup heated up on the stove, it always tasted better when done the muggle way, Daisy looked around to see if there was anything she could do. The rubbish didn't look like it needed to be taken out nor were there any dishes that needed to be done. So instead she waited until Neville began to stir. "Hello there, sleepyhead."