"We can talk about it later, Pen." He assured her, unsure as to why she was so persistent about it right now. He could see why she was all worked up, the trauma of the disaster catching up with her no doubt, but he just wanted to get her home and resting.

He could hardly feel his fingers for how hard she was holding on, that he could understand; he didn't want to let go either. "Right behind you, promise." One quick trip through the floo and he'd stay as long as she needed him to. He guided her into the fireplace and tossed the floo powder into the hearth. Once she was gone, he stepped in right behind her, a uneasy spin through the system and he stepped out in the kitchen, nearly knocking into her.

"See, right behind." He reassured her quietly, a soft sort of smile on his lips.