"Sebastian, wait." Martha frowned when he started to get up. She didn't think it was bad behavior at all; at least on his part. "I'm sorry, for my bad behavior."

Martha hadn't wanted to make him angry, and she definitely was worried that she thought that she was judging him. "I'm a doctor, I know how hard those decisions can be and more than that," her voice lowered, because this wasn't something that she normally spoke about with anyone. "I know how it can be when everything's destroyed and people are counting on you to save everything." And she meant everything, that much was certain from her tone. "I know what kind of decisions you need to make then."