"Yes, very good." At least it was a sign of his strength returning. Things tended to go right a lot of the time for him. "Are you well, Makaria?"
She was so sweet, Freyr didn't want to upset her by revealing she was a stranger to him. Should he just try to fake it and bluster his way through, and hope she didn't notice?
But no. He wasn't great at maintaining fictions. He would forget what he had said, or what she had said, and just make mistakes that would expose the lie. Better to get out ahead of it, he supposed.
"Can I make you a drink?" he asked, hoping that food and beverages would soft the blow.