Fred's hands traveled away from her face to wrap his arms around Patience's shoulders and pull her to him as his heart beat loudly like a drum. "No, Monty, the most important thing is that you stay safe. I don't know what I would do if I lost you. It would be just as bad as losing my family," he said honestly, pressing a kiss to her temple, her hair tickling his nose.
He wasn't entirely certain how to answer her question though he knew he would want to try like hell to see her. "I'll have to lay low for a while, make sure no one's picked up our trail and then I'll do what I can. Full moons will be off limits, though. They know I'm a werewolf and I can't risk them trying to use you to find me, alright?" Merlin, that was the last thing he wanted. It was probably dangerous enough telling her what he was telling her now. It wasn't any worse than what he'd already explained to her, about the potion, the government, the world.
"Here," he said, quietly, pulling away to reach into his pocket to pull out an old-looking silver object. Turning it toward her so that she could see that it was a mirror, he said, "I have another one just like it. If you need me, for anything at all, just as for me, alright? Anything. And if you're in trouble, I'll come. I'll be here." He could feel it beginning, the peak of the War. Something was brewing and he couldn't stand the thought of her getting lost in it. Hopefully, her sister would be able to protect her from whatever Voldemort's side dealt, but if it wasn't enough, he'd be there, no hesitation.