Oh. Yes, that was more more like what she wanted to hear him say. Ginny felt the corners of her lips tug up, and she squeezed his hand as she leaned in closer under the cloak until her shoulder brushed against his. "I'm glad. That you care about me, but also that you feel that way, that things get easier around me. If I can give you just that, I'm happy." After a moment, Ginny leaned in to press her lips to Harry's cheek briefly before pulling back. "I believe in you," she said honestly. "You're going to fight, and you're going to win, for yourself and for everyone, not just for me. And then..." She refused to think of him dying, because it hurt too much to even consider more than the brief mentions she made. So Ginny shrugged faintly, gazing into those brilliant green eyes as she said, "And then, whatever you want."