As Angelina stopped moving, Verity calmed slightly. They were maybe three feet apart and Verity was, in the back of her mind, trying to remember facts about the distance of a sneeze. "Well, sure..." she said, a little baffled. After all, she and Angelina had just been journaling the previous evening. "You must be exhausted." Why else would Angelina be so confused?
She debated bringing up George and his troubling absences, his strange behavior. It wasn't kind or practical to badger exhausted people. Verity had no way to know just how close Angelina and George had become lately.
"Surely a coach can call in a sick day, can't she?" Verity urged gently. "My blokes in London, they call it a 'mental health' day. I'd say anyone involved in that-" She searched for a word to describe the assaults and the rescue, especially short on details as Verity was "-involved in that awful business yesterday deserves a little mental health time." Verity wasn't sure wizards got 'mental health' as a whole, but surely any reasonable person could see the tension in Angelina's frame?