[The indignant mother instinct would probably carry on even more were the circumstances any different. But Litchi is too glad to see him to keep on about how he needs to take better care of himself. At least not yet. Shaking her head, she gives him a small smile.]

I suppose it doesn't really matter now, does it? I'll make you and the others dinner tonight, alright? Just please promise me you'll eat as much as you can.