Neville appreciated the concern and the hug. He held onto her for a long moment and didn't so much as move to release her until she'd suggested that he sit. "Alright," he agreed. His stomach growled loudly at the thought of food. It mattered very little that he didn't feel like eating. His insides were clearly going to veto the thought of avoiding another meal. "I think my stomach misses your cooking," he said, attempting a small smile as he let go of her and moved to sit down.