[Are you alright? The seemingly innocent inquiry makes her pause, sets her heart pounding a little harder even as she goes a bit cold at the tips of her fingers and in the pit of her stomach. Has she really been that transparent? Half of her is appalled that Fred picked up on her unsteadiness so immediately, but the other half isn't surprised at all; she was damn near tears when she saw him in the fountain, and even if she didn't say anything, her expression and her fierce embraces were enough. It's obvious she knows Fred's fate, and she does know the how and why of it all, but accepting it is another story entirely. To have lost family in a battle she hasn't even fought, to be unable to change the future from where she stands in this City? It's a cruel addition to the cage the deities have built of this place.

Ginny draws in a breath, steels herself for the easy lie as she meets her brother's eyes, and says, ]

Yeah, of course I am.

[But it falls flat. It falls so flat and she can hear it and she knows he can too. Ginny swallows roughly past the sudden lump in her throat and averts her gaze, hands curling into the edge of the countertop, and she's silent for a long moment... and then sighs, her shoulders sagging ever so slightly. She'd want the truth, if things were reversed. She'd want her family to trust her enough to hear it, no filters, no sugar-coating.]

Actually, that's... to be honest, I'm not. [She brings up a hand to wipe over her face, laughing, though the sound is half-hearted.] It's... I mean, this is all a bit mad. It's been ages since I've seen family, Fred, and even longer since I've seen home.