He's awake, and eyeballing the food he'd been handed, tearing it apart with slightly fumbling fingers before popping it into his mouth. He has to take it slowly, carefully, as his stomach is still rebelled at much more than bread, water and milder cheeses. He pauses at the sound of the traditional greeting, a piece of bread at his lips.

"Aneth ara lethal...lan... Pel?"

The bit of bread crumbles between his fingers and falls away as he looks up at her.