Nodding, Albus couldn't help feeling grateful for what felt like an opportunity to depart. What he needed was time to lack himself back together, to cement a cohesive whole back into formation. Any amount of exposure felt precarious, with Gellert out very nearby.
"Good," he said, before drawing a slow breath. "Do let me know if that changes," he added, doubted that would be the case. There wasn't any reason, after all, the expect some sort of delayed reaction. More so, he expected that Zach might have some trouble coming to terms with what had happened, and being able to feel anything in particular about it. For his own part, Albus reckoned he'd rather not have all those memories echoing in his own mind-- but there was nothing for it. And, all things considered, it was a small price to pay, given what Zach had been put through.