He nods. Once. "The truth. Okay." And then his face twists and shifts through anger and self-loathing and grief, and settles on a raw sort of compassion. "Granger...what they've decided...it's really all they can do. You get that, right? If they tried while the Dark Lord was here – it wouldn't go well for anyone. It's not like they're choosing to just leave you, even if the message makes it sound that way." He is desperate to reassure her, and Hermione nods. He's right – she sees that – but it doesn't matter.