She tries to remember the first time she met Jonathan Reid and if he looked as gaunt and pale as he does now. Yes, he did. Then perhaps it is not simply the hard work he has put in tonight. Perhaps though, he is just permanently tired from an exhausting job.

Mary moves her hand to the crook of his elbow, like he's escorting her though her grip is firm. "Only if you will join me. Your pallor worries me and I would see you well-rested so that you might be able to better serve these patients." There's a look in her eye that says she's not going to take no for an answer. "Come. I will fix you some tea." Perhaps that will at least be a motivator.