Listening to his words, she couldn't help it. He sounded so... unlike him. So... deep? Was that the right word?
She placed the plate down on a table next to the chair, thinking to herself on what he'd said. What was next? Who was safe? Who was next? Who would kill the lestranges?
And then... Then he'd said something that was him. It was done with what she thought with dry humor, but it showed that somewhere he was still in there.
"I don't know," she said quietly, looking back at him. She shook her head. "I don't have the answers," she paused. "I wish I did."
She knew that her simply being there would be enough, and that he really didn't want to hear that she was sorry... this was showing all of that in the motion.
"But if you want to have a big orgy after we all die, I doubt that any of us, me included, would mind," she tried to cheer him up at least a little bit but she didn't know if it'd worked... She wrapped her arms around him, from her spot, sitting on the armwrest, and hugged him.
"Whatever it is," she then added rather seriously. "I'm going to be next to you... You can't get rid of me."