It bothered her that he wasn't eating, but she didn't push. Instead, she quelled that motherly urge to insist he eat. It was ridiculous; she was pretty much a kid herself, but she had faced a lot in her time and she had her own baby...still, she couldn't push everyone. Hadn't that Malfoy brat boy said as much? She didn't want to risk irking another Weasley so she merely nibbled on her own biscuit.
"Or tears them apart," she blurted without thinking. "Oh...oh. I am sorry. I just...I wasn't talking about yours. I didn't mean..."