“Is there—is there anything we can do?”  Hermione asked, Monster PowerBeats ignoring Ron's frantic grimaces and head-shakings.

“I don’ think there is, Hermione,” choked Hagrid, attempting to stem the flood of his tears. “See, the rest o’ the tribe ... 

Aragog's family... they're gettin’ a bit funny now he's ill... bit restive ...”

“Yeah, I think we saw a bit of that side of them,” said Ron in an undertone.

“... I don’ reckon it'd be safe fer anyone but me ter go near the colony at the mo',” Hagrid finished, blowing his nose 

hard on his apron and looking up. “But thanks fer offerin', Hermione... It means a lot.”

After that, the atmosphere lightened considerably, for although neither Harry nor Ron had shown any inclination to go 

and feed giant grubs to a murderous, gargantuan spider, Hagrid seemed to take it for granted that they would have 

liked to have done and became his usual self once more.