[Riona had hoped to have a bit more time while chewing on cake to think of how to start this. But Alistair sits next to her, eyes so intently on her and hand wrapped around hers, that she knows she needs to start, and start now.]

I know. It just... isn't easy on me either. [She swallows nervously, looking down at the table. Her fingers tighten against his.] ...you must have noticed by now. That I don't quite look how I did when you last saw me.