"There are other ways of showing you care, George. And, yes, I am lumping you in with the others. Sometimes, my brothers are a single unit." Ginny shrugged and unwrapped her sandwich to pick at the corner of the bread. She knew she shouldn't generalise with them, but it was often easier because there were more of them than there was of her. "I know you care," she said softly. "It just undermines my abilities to take care of myself. Mum's level of worrying have intensified, and with Ron getting into a fight, it's just made it worse."
Ginny frowned at George, but she knew him well enough not to push. Too hard. "If you need to talk, I'm more in tuned with emotions than the brothers, and less pushy than Mum. But no pressure."