Her smile is small and sympathetic. He isn't okay. Probably very few people are.

"I fall down sometimes," she is leaning even now, and motions him to follow her to the living space that has soft things to fall on. She settles onto the sofa. "But I don't get sick as much. Is Steve okay, besides the death toll? I tried to go find him but Godric convinced me to wait until I can walk a little further. Until I can stay up."

But the worry is obvious.