[She blinks once, twice - not out of fear that his actions will be as rough as his words, of course, but to hear his worry so clearly is a surprise even when it shouldn't be. Still, that smile of hers is quickly put back in place as she responds to his concern as she always does.]

It's okay. I won't get my strength back staying cooped up in my room all the time!

[He looks away, and gentle, delicate hands rest on his forearms as his hold on her remains. Even on a good day, she's hardly one to take her son's remarks personally, and this... well. As happy as she is to have her family under her roof again, calling it a good day would be a bit of a stretch, after hearing what she has.]

... I wanted to welcome you home myself.