[ She nods against his chest, pressing closer and squeezing her arms around him. Obviously he's a little surprised but she doesn't care - he's safe, she's safe, Harry's safe and suddenly the world doesn't feel as imbalanced as it had not so very long ago. When she feels the hand on her back she just nods, trying not to feel as foolish as she's sure she looks; Ron is one of her best friends, right? She's allowed to be emotional, to have worried, desperately. ]
It's me. Oh, god, Ron, I can't believe you're here!
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It's me. Oh, god, Ron, I can't believe you're here!