[Sanji's not doing much better himself in the talking department. He lowers his gaze after a soft sigh. Just imparting that bit of knowledge was hard, all the more for remembering what it was like, to watch Kotetsu break down in the forest, destroyed by fever and injuries and the force of his own grief.

There was no easy way to tell her.]

Just-- would you keep an eye on him? [Probably a unnecessary request, that, but he asks it anyway, rubbing the back of his neck] That idiot probably never would've told you, but since only a couple people know, he's having a rough time as it is. [And barely eats, much to Sanji chagrin.]