"It'll...It'll be okay, Ron," she whispered against his neck, and she squeezed his hand. "I know it doesn't feel like it'll ever ve okay, and it'll never be fantastic, probably, but somethings will be fantastic, like you and me, and some things will always just be 'okay', though it might take years and years for them to end up that way..."
She kissed one of her own tears off of Ron's neck and moved to press her cheek firmly to his. "And I'll be here if it isn't okay, and when it is okay, and when you're not sure if it's okay or not, and every time in between..."