She still feels a little like being sick, but she swallows it back and tries for a smile that doesn't look too much like a wince. "I'm sure you're good at other things, too," she tells him as she wipes at her tears. Although she doesn't deny that he's clearly very, very good at hitting things. It seems like a useful skill around here.

Trying for another, wider smile at the mention of the elf boy, she asks, "Is he your friend, too?" She isn't sure she wants to meet him, really, since she couldn't promise that she wouldn't stare or cry or just hug him and refuse to leave his side, even if "all grown up" means he's actually older than her.