"Yeah..." Ginny paused, just watching him for a moment. "I know I should do whatever I have to do to keep myself safe. I just..." How could she explain it? "Part of me- not the part of me that thinks I don't need to run, another part of me- hates the idea of running. I don't think I was ever the type to run before, you know? I think I was the type to stay and fight, but... but Bill says it's not running and hiding, exactly. Or it is, for now, but only so we can stay safe and get prepared and then fight when we need to." She pressed her lips into a thin line for a moment. "He tried explaining why I feel the way I feel. It's so confusing though, I don't understand. And also..." She dropped her eyes and then looked back up at him. "Also I'm afraid that..." That I'll leave and something will happen to you and I'll never see you again. But how was she supposed to say that? She couldn't quite bring up the words, which left her just sitting there awkwardly, watching him.