[Tris's eyes follow Clara's hand as she reaches out. She tenses slightly at the touch, but then keeps her eyes on Clara instead, rolling her shoulders in a shrug. If anything, the question seems to confuse her. Like she has to think about it.]

I'm alright. I mean, there may be a food shortage, but the welcome houses still have enough for everyone. I, uh. I don't remember if you were there when I moved back into Sigyn, actually, but I did.