It makes sense if put into its proper context.

Chocolate and ice cream make some people feel better when they're upset. It comforts them the way it is a comfort to me to be surrounded something as familiar as books. The way it is for you when you're flying.

[But sometimes, not all the chocolates and the books and the sky in the world can help, no.

And she knows it.]

There's much more than that, Harry.

[She glances over at him, almost as if knowing he needed the reassurance. There is so much he takes on as his own fault.] Really. You didn't think I wasn't aware that what you might tell me might be awful? I chose to ask anyway. If I regret anything at all, it's that I made you relive something so painful by telling me.

[Her face crumples when he closes his eyes, but she schools it back into something of a calmer expression once he's opened them again.]

Without V-Voldemort here it might not be necessary at all, might not make a difference. [And if there's not...]

There must be another way.

We've accomplished much more than many would've thought possible. There must be a way to destroy it without--

[She cuts herself off.

Hermione honestly can't finish the thought.] We can figure it out together.