[The face that comes on the feed is shadowed by lack of sleep, but healthy and very much alive, with a wry smile offered up along with a little wave.]

Hey, sweetheart—think your mom told you I was laid up, but I’m on the mend. She, however, is a wreck, but don’t tell her I said so.

We’re heading home soon and I’m gonna keep her the hell off her damn feet for a couple of days—think you can help me gang up on her if she tries to pull any queenly or motherly crap to start runnin’ around? I think I got Alice to play the ‘cute kid’ card so she stays in bed, but I want a second line or defense.