An unfortunate symptom of stress. Our bodies don't always know what they need, hm?

[He pats Minato's shoulder almost encouragingly, only removing his hand once they're both inside the inn's kitchen, savory smells mixing in the air. Altius steps to get a small bowl for the young man as he continues.]

That's part of what makes soups so helpful, I think. You don't have to put quite as much effort into eating, and still get what you need. [Moving towards the pots, he turns his gaze back to Minato.] The lighter broth, do you think?