Martha watched him the entire time he was silent, the compassion and concern on her face only growing the longer the silence between them spread out. He was right of course, there was no good way to tell someone that people (especially her) knew about his past, and the wounds that were causing him such an issue at the present. A part of her, the doctor part, wanted to see his chart, to learn how he was being treated. Martha remembered the length of time that Arthur Weasley had suffered, and she was hoping (for his sake) that the period of being sick wasn't going to be as lengthy.

At the suggestion of rest, Martha nodded, her face forming into the countenance of her doctor self. The concern was still present of course, but it was more professional than personal. Martha, the woman who had just torn his life into bits and felt terrible about it was pressed aside for Dr. Jones and at least some professional distance. "Of course, Mr. Snape," she agreed calmly, and she rose to stand up.

To stand up and to offer a suggestion she didn't expect him to take but one she needed to make anyway, if only for her sake. "Do you want me to walk back with you, Mr. Snape." There was a question of just in case the small amount of liquor and the large amount of emotional upheaval had interferred with the healing process.