Ron's face started burning a little - but after a moment of looking out into the woods, he found the will to meet her eyes, somehow. He even managed half a smile (part of him, after all, felt like grinning ear to ear). "He was always a little cracked," he said, quietly. He squeezed her hand. Whatever he'd seen ... he was grateful for it. Now that he was back here with them - with her - he couldn't think of how he'd ever thought he wanted to be elsewhere.