She hesitated, considering what he was proposing for half a moment. Would it be better? Would it be easier, not knowing about whatever it was he was implying had happened? It might be, for a time. But she could only go on being blissfully unaware for so long. If she waited, and found out whatever it was he was keeping from her on her own — and it couldn't be good, if he was even considering keeping it from her — she'd resent him. Relationships didn't work when you spent all your time keeping secrets from each other, and she couldn't afford to lose him. Not because they were stuck here, but that was part of it — it was more that she'd spent the last few months falling for him. And now she was in love with him, even if she hadn't actually admitted it out loud. But the last thing she wanted was for that to change, especially now.
So no, it wouldn't be better. And it wouldn't be easier, either, not for more than a few days. "No," she said, shaking her head. She'd thought about making a joke, to try to ease the tension that had settled between them, but it didn't seem right. "I can't ask you to do that. I'd always wonder, or I'd go find out on my own, and I don't think either of us would be all right with that, in the end, no matter what you say." She chewed on her lip, before continuing, "If you were about to say that everything was fine, that we all walked out of the Ministry and went home for tea and all lived happily ever after, you wouldn't be threatening to not tell me. You'd just tell me."
And if he did tell her anything like that, she'd see right through him. Which wouldn't do either, so she hoped he'd just be honest, no matter what it was.