"Jesus Christ, I wasn't trying to get you to look like a ton of bricks just landed on your foot." Her foot scuffed angrily off the floor, her face twisting for a moment before she turned, perching on the edge of the cot, her back perfectly straight and chin lifted. "How'd you lot get this one down anyway? Patronuses? Was that it?"
Her eyes dropped to the floor and Ginny blinked furiously for a few seconds, thoughts of Bill uncertain and fuzzy. She tried not to think about it too much, but guilt and self-loathing rose up for a moment, bile in her throat as she contemplated how worried he may have been. She would not let herself think about how any of this may have affected him- would not.
"I...want to visit him," she said, voice gentle and uncertain. Almost small. "Sometime. Not now, I couldn't now but would that be alright? Do you think that'd be okay? I really didn't mean for anyone to get worried, or for anything to happen. I just couldn't not tell you I was in there, yeah?"