"I have little doubt, Your Majesty, that you judge your own health more harshly than anyone else." From what Riku had told Corin about the Prince, that was true. Everyone was just happy he was alive, but he wasn't going to be content until he was in better physical form than before the battle.
Corin knew he probably had less to complain about the food than the Princess who was accustomed to a certain lifestyle, but he wasn't a poor peasant living on barley and beer. He missed milk, thick cheese, fresh greens, and red peppers. A soldier's diet was rather plain and uninteresting.
"I?" Corin repeated, surprised that he'd be so welcome into something that was the Prince's. Maybe he judged him a little too harshly. "I would be honored," he put his hand over his heart and bowed his head. "With your permission, I will seek you out later to go over details." To make sure it was up to everyone's expectations.
"How much further, do you think, do we have until we reach the gates?"