[He practically gave up hope the second Azari responded. He's just bracing for the mom lecture impact, now.]

I'm fine, Azari. Just... not hungry. [He sighs, though, and flops back in his bed, leaving his communicator on the bedside table as he just... stares at the ceiling, trying to reign his thoughts back in.] She was sick, before. She never told me how bad it was, didn't want me to worry. But I could tell she was sick.

[It's almost like they're cursed to lose everyone they care about.]