He had told her that in the message, why she needed to ask again? Well just call it the need for something to talk about. Now she regretted asking again. She knew what he was talking about, of course. Placing her hand over his. It seemed nothing compared to how she nearly tackled him when she opened the door.
"I'm sorry, Harry, I know it had to be hard, especially standing still and watching Snape do it." She hadn't been through it yet. She hadn't been there. Neither had Ron. It was something he'd had to deal with on his own.