Elizabeth nods. "I believe she is. Mal makes sure of it."

There's an odd note to the statement, as if she's unconsciously jealous of the time Tonks and Mal spend together, the care he takes with her. Which isn't the real problem, of course.

This is the real problem.

"She stopped being sick," she blurts out, then immediately drops her gaze to the apple in her hand.

Because she's missed him, missed talking to him and looking at him, missed knowing that he's looking right back. Even if she can't meet his eyes right now.