"You've nothing to be sorry for," Innocencio told him firmly as he unpacked food. He paused when he was suddenly wrapped in a pooka-hug, and wrapped his arms around the smaller faerie, drawing him into an embrace. Incy was not quite so easy with physical affection as Rowan was - well, who in the world was? - but he liked it with the people he was close to, his friends and Mother Willow.
"Someone needs to make sure you don't waste away to nothing," he added jokingly as he opened the fridge to put the juice and eggs and cheese and produce away. "When was the last time you ate something?" he added, arching his dark brows.