One bite was not enough, but he also knew not to push her. Fleur Delacoeur Weasley (and he did like the sound of that) was very stubborn. So he ignored the fact that she wasn't eating.
"I worry, too, love," he admitted softly. "What happened to...the other night. I was...if anything had happened to you, I don't - " He broke off with a shake of his head. "What's going to happen is this. We're going to do what is right. A great man once said that what is right isn't always what is easy. And we'll come through it." He had to believe that. They'd be alright. They had to be. Otherwise, he'd send her to France where she'd be safe.
He set down his sandwich and moved closer, settling his arm around her shoulders. "We'll come through it," he repeated, more firmly.