Neville handed her the flower and took out a handkerchief, wiping the dirt from his hands with it. He stood up and replaced the fabric in to the back pocket of his jeans, watching her with the dog. "No, he's fine, Ruby hates it when I leave him alone too." At the mention of his name, Ruby came back up behind Neville, sitting close so his head loomed over Neville's shoulder to watch.
Neville jumped a little at the sight of the fire and stepped closer to Gen, "Are you alright?" he asked quickly. Neville had spent a lot of time in his seventh year helping to heal his classmates of burns and knew how much they could hurt. He was usually able to put his past mostly behind him, he wasn't usually as jumpy as he had been just after the war, but sometimes it still crept up on him.