For a moment, that just garnered a noncomprehending blink from the Sith, Arche glancing down at himself with mild confusion at the unexpected question.

"Do I... look ill or something? I'm feeling decent enough given the circumstances. Why?..." The phrasing seemed quite on-the-nose, but just perhaps Eleven had only meant to ask after how he'd generally been, since stars knew El was given to social niceties like that and they'd both been occupied with other things in recent days that hadn't provided much opportunity for chatting. Ever since -- the day of the execution, as a matter of fact.

"I'd sooner turn the question around on you, if I'm honest," he said back in a murmur, with one raised brow as he shifted to lean his cheek against the back of his hand.