He knew, she could tell, and she was grateful for the move out of the common room. Though some of this could be discussed with the others, and probably should, this didn't seem like the time or the place for what could easily turn into an inquisition.
Of course, that relied on her not making it one.
Once in the kitchen, she made a beeline for the coffee maker. It wasn't something she drank often, but suddenly she felt the need for something stronger than water or tea. "How are you feeling?" she inquired while setting it up, her tone if not her words making it clear that it was more than a polite inquiry.