Noah keeps his expression calm and pleasant as they converse, mentally running through the possibilities. He highly doubts anyone had been passing your news of what he’s been up to in your absence, and besides, he hardly thinks any of his actions warrant your false smile. He notices more details, alarming ones: your face is wan, and you're skinnier than he remembers you. He takes your hand. “You seem to have lost some weight.” his soft voice carries with it only concern.