He's prepared to tell her not to argue, but she doesn't. Her friendly greeting takes him slightly off-guard, since it's been a while and he expected she might be more confused to find him here. He has to wonder if this is the Ingrid he knows or some other version, like the boar.

But it feels like his Ingrid, and he can't help the tiny smile that tugs at his lip.

"Us and the boar," he mutters.

The smile falls as she starts fretting over him, replaced with a small scowl.

"I'm fine. I'm eating," he insists, waving a hand. And it's true, he's eating- perhaps not particularly well, but enough to keep his strength. He does have some Bones now from quests he's done, he's just being very frugal with them.