The tone, the polite manner in which she asked certainly had Kismet worrying a little. The lack of food and sickness itself had already begun to eat away at his form. It was subtle, not a drastic weight loss but this was only the start and her playful comment that followed could indeed show signs of developing into truth. The smiles and jokes however were in fact a reassurance in some ways for him, Warja was back to herself; he couldn't be dying then.
"I'll try." He promised, though his own tone certainly didn't hold the light-hearted nature of Warja's. He didn't have it in him at that moment to joke in any way and of course was serious about this trying. He wasn't sure he'd keep it down, or even get it to go down in the first place but even he knew it was pretty important to eat, you didn't have to be a healer to know starving wasn't good.
