A dark brow merely raised as soon as he took in the sight of Simon. If he was anticipating a bad mood, he certainly felt it rising off of the other like a dark wave. At times like these, Severus cursed his ability to read others. He really didn't need to be getting involved, really; before he could think about his actions, he tilted his head appraisingly, holding out an extra little parcel that he charmed back to normal size without the aid of his wand. It was offered before anything else could pass between them, with a slight quirk of his lips.
"I think you ought to make use of this first and foremost, before anything else. You seem to need it." Simple and to the point, as much as Severus usually wanted to involve himself in others' affairs. He wasn't a man of many words when it came down to his observations.