You're right. There is something coming.
[Her voice is quiet.]

And I've seen the shattered mirrors in the Mirror House.

[She can hear the conviction in his words. The surety. She takes the tea, wrapping her cold fingers around the mug.

For awhile she's quiet, considering. Seemingly watching for the tea to cool to her liking. But then she speaks, still watching the steam.]

I may be a mere meat shield Harry but-

Fighting alone usually means a terrible gruesome death.