She smiles, and nods. "It was. You are looking better, young man. Instead of soda, why not some tamago-zake? It's good for illness."

She doesn't ask why he's visiting, as she both has a very good idea, and also expects he will just tell her on his own.

Out of consideration for his still weakened lungs, she puts out her kisaru pipe, tamping it down and making it disappear into her clothes, tucked away somewhere.