Yes, well, that is why Marek is a Hufflepuff and Melinda is not. She was relieved and wanted to hug him, but she knew at this point she was likely to start crying, slap him, and run into her room like they were six years old, and she was pretty sure no one wanted that. He didn't need it and neither did she.
When he said it, she decided. "Yes. You should probably rest." She didn't really register that that didn't match the first part of the sentence, still stuck on the part where Marek had almost died and it was only the twin thing that had let her save him. It wasn't even the first time either. She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Someday I'm not going to be there to shove the bezoar down your throat."