[ She's just put down plates on the table when he walks in, and her reaction is remarkably different from his, when she sees him. ]

... you look like a hot mess.

[ More emphasis on 'mess', at this point. She approaches him, and it feels as though she's about to approach a hurt animal, attempting to sooth it somehow.

She bites her lip, though, and just goes for it, adjusting his clothes for him, smoothing it all out as she stares. ]

... you actually didn't have to see me right now, if you weren't actually feeling up to it. [ She gives him a sharper look. ] No matter how much you say you missed me.