Months?? She stares at him anew, looking at him more closely. He's so good at hiding how he feels sometimes -- better than he should be. Months for a seven year old seems like it could only be scary.

At least Hattori had been here. Heiji isn't exactly the picture of responsibility, but he's always seemed to have a genuine affection for Conan, and the two enjoy one another's company. That must have helped at least.

"'M glad," she offers softly, and feels a wave of guilt -- even though there was nothing she could have done; she didn't even know he was here. Her hands linger on his shoulders, keeping contact. "Have you been okay? Where is Hattori-kun now?" He'd used past tense, after all.

Focusing on Conan and her worry for him is so much easier than worrying for herself.