It was high praise coming from someone in their family, you look healthy. For Saskia, it wasn't unusual; she was expected to look this way, and if she didn't, it wasn't ever really mentioned. Under the weather didn't exist in their family. Next to Sailor's disease, nothing else qualified as much of anything.
"Thanks." She smiled and slid into a chair opposite the two, quickly weighing Sailor's appearance in a way that wasn't as conspicuous as the manner their parents might have done so. He looked normal. The half-moons under his eyes were a little dark, but that could have been from lack of sleep, and Sailor's pale skin had always made any bruise or blemish stand out. "You look tired." It wasn't criticism, just observation. Saskia wasn't in the habit of lying to make others feel better.
Saskia looked at Nana. "What a cutie, huh?" She said to Sailor, pushing through awkwardness as she often did, as destructively as possible. "Sorry he's not better looking," Saskia said to Nana.