"Are you allowed to sass me like this?" Ginny attempted to put on an air of indignation, but it was a shoddy job at best. She could have easily blamed the concussion, maybe have even believed it herself, but the truth of it was that the look on his face had her worrying for a reason she'd pin down when she could properly think. More than that, there was a certain level of comfort to see him, even if it was in a state of being completely rattled and shaken.
"You know me. Can't ever do anything easy way. Really, it's Fred and George's fault." She laughed softly as she settled back against the raised bed. She felt like, for a moment, she could finally relax. Her eyes, still a little hazy around the edges, focused on him. That was always so bloody easy.
Before she even properly knew what she was doing, her hand - the good one, anyway - was reaching out to him. Her fingers traced the corners of that smile in a gentle touch. "Sure you're alright?"