"If we don't bend, we break," Severus says, thoughtfully. Always full of those fantastic one-liners. He sighs again, though a little less deeply, and lifts his glass to sip from it. He needs something stronger, but doesn't want to be incoherant by the end of the night. Slightly numb is where he's aiming.
"Thank you," he answers, almost darkly. "I'm afraid there's not much anyone can do. She's looking for something else, and I'm left to try and recover from the loss. But I appreciate the sentiment."