It was all so very strange and confusing, none of it rightly made any sense or aligned with any sort of illness he had ever encountered. What sort of sickness had a cause that lasted so long, even after the symptoms had faded? Her words don't help matters much at all, only making his confusion grow exponentially, brain not managing to properly process it at all.

Then, suddenly, a light bulb metaphorically turns on and his mind starts working and finally it all begins to click into place. The fondness for the soup where there had been none before, the aversion to something she had once loved. He gets it a moment before she actually speaks the words, although he's thankful for the confirmation.

Everything about his face lights up as if it's shining from within, dark eyes dancing with excitement and happiness. Ling had he wanted a family of his own, and he could think of no one better to form one with. She would be the absolute best mother, of that he was certain.

"That is wonderful news." Moving forward, he reaches out for her, taking both of her hands in his, squeezing them softly before using the hold to pull her upright. "Nothing could make me happier."