"You would say that. You didn't have to carry everything around while we were being prats." It's a joke, of course, considering that her bag wasn't heavy at all, but she settles and watches him all the same, her expression soft. Even as he continues, she keeps herself gently managed, nodding her head.

"Then we'll - I'll read what I can. I'll do whatever I can, Harry, to make it easier for the both of you." She isn't comfortable about it, happy about it, about Harry being tied with something (someone, she reminds herself) that eats people to survive, but he knows how she feels about it. She's sure about that. "We'll figure it out."