From anyone else, perhaps even from Calvin, the faintly fussing greeting -- asking if she was all right, touching her like he was ready to catch her should she fall, encouraging her to get rest -- would have been wholly unwelcome. But this was Krishna. He had tended her after the fire, and he had been filling her prescriptions for years now. He was a safe enough person, and so she felt no ire about it, perhaps just a faint prickling of irritation and so she rolled her eyes at him and batted his hand away with the crow's head of her cane. It wasn't a sharp gesture, and it certainly wasn't out of discomfort at his touch or closeness. It was more... a wry reminder that she could handle herself, thank you very much.
"I'm fine, Krishna. I am always fine. I was just away in Castyll for a few days," she answered, explaining her absence, explaining the conflict in her eyes that had probably drawn his concern. "If you plan to question and nag, perhaps we should sit for a spell, hm?"
The drawled, chiding words were also without malice. In fact, it was the close to granting permission for his curiosity and concern, because warmth and encouragement were not in Morrie's nature. At least, it was inviting him to conversation. After all, the moon viewing would begin soon. They ought to find a good spot for it so they didn't miss it while catching up.