Albus watches her for a moment, but doesn't say anything about the way her actions speak much louder than her words.

He's known her for long enough to tell some of the signs. Obviously not as well as his older brother, but he's relatively well-versed too. (Or, he likes to think so, anyway.)

"Well," he says, "um. There are different sorts of smart, you know. And - um. You're still his best friend."