He looks up in surprise, and for a moment, the sidhe seeming seems to slip a bit, a facade over a sad, scrawny nothing of a kid.
...for just a moment. At Thistle's (practically a compliment!), he straightens back up. "She works double-shifts and then must feed a family of 5 male appetites, plus herself, aside from all of her other motherly duties. She is a saint."