Hey, he was still getting used to meeting face to face with actual gods and talking with them, so it wasn't such a strange thought to him. On the surface, anyway: he wasn't prepared to deep dive into his feelings on, well, anything in that exact moment.

He held her close against him and tried to find answers with slow breaths. "I don't know that I've ever known you to throw up," he said with a soft uneasiness. "But Khem, I don't...you always drink your tea. There's got to be another reason."