Thor had meant to assure her that he was not in as black a mood as he'd been for the worst of the previous year, but she is not wrong despite how she interpreted what he'd said. Something that he can't help but resent her for knowing, because it means she will worry all the more.

He doesn't move to take any of the food just yet, folding his arms over his chest and tucking his hands close, a defensive posture. He has never dealt well with being ill, even as a child, nor being fussed over whether or not he needs it. "How long did you plan for this?"