As per the norm, Irriella ignores him, making obscene slurping noises as she goes.

Dany, on the other hand, is nursing her glass within both hands, watching him with sharp eyes. Eyes that flick over his features, down along his frame, as if searching for even a sliver of something to indicate his words are merely a politeness and not the entire truth... but he looks well, far better than she feels. So she nods, more to herself.

"I've slept and eaten. Much better than when I arrived." Though, anything at this point would be better than falling unconscious. "I find I failed you in our contract."

Her nose wrinkles, for it's such an impersonal way to describe it.