"Well, yes, that's obviously it." she agrees hastily with a nod that's far more exaggerated than necessary in her jest. He's practically a rail, for as tall as he is, but if that's what makes him feel better, she'll let it be his reason.

She shakes her head at that comment, "Sad," she says, echoing his thought out loud. But at the comment about a lightly injured bird she swats him. "Jesper!" she whispers it in a laugh, putting a hand over her mouth so no sound escapes.