"You have? You've done quite a lot to provide comfort." Eilonwy smiled at the hand squeeze and let her other trail in some of the illusionary grass on the ground. She looked over her shoulder, back towards her kitchen suddenly. "Should I check on the broth? You-- well, not you, but." Before she could get a headache from trying to sort out if an illusion was the same as real person, Eilonwy took a breath. "You were checking it earlier."