“It ..must be a lot.” She reasoned, merely voicing the thought aloud. “It just seems impossible that we're even close at the moment.” Close to an end. She amended quietly with a small tilt of her head, she'd only hoped to encourage him. “Only what you want to talk about- all right?” She insisted for the second time now and let out a long breath, realising perhaps there was only so much she could handle, if she really thought about it. Her expression dulled, greyed as her stomach went cold to the inevitable news that good people had died too.
It didn't take the sting from Fred being one of them. Her jaw dropped a little in horror, a hand going to her lips in a gesture that was more disbelief, and for a second she looked as if shock was going to cause her to doubt such a thing, the way your mind does when such terrible news comes to pass. Even if loss in war is inevitable it isn't foolish to hope those closest to you will somehow be safe.
“Ron-” What could she say? Nothing would help and perhaps she had to accept it. It seemed all the worse she'd thought he'd looked as if he'd seen a ghost. “I'm-” Her voice caught a little. He'd sat there, with his arms crossed as if he meant not to let her closer to him, so she put her hand on his, with a look that only implored to offer comfort as much as she wished to take it. “Of course- he fought too.” She murmured weakly, there'd never be any doubt for every member of the Weasley family would have been there fighting as Ron painted just a little of the picture of a battle she'd not yet been a part of. “I'm sorry-.”