Me, I'm fine. I mean, there's a shitpot of things that are going wrong here and there and I miss my baby sister every time I let myself think about it, but none of it's insurmountable, just your garden-variety awful. (And it's kind of sad I have a ranking system of awful, but, well.) And my kid scored a diplomatic coup with the Goblins with his first magic, so.

Shoulder's yours anytime you need it. And I'll try to sweet-talk Em into baking you some scones or something, to go with the tea. And you can always fob people off on me, I never mind.

Really, though, I'm worried about you. I remember Dad's first birthday after he died, it was miserable. I'm glad you're going to have the rest of the family around you to lean on, but promise me you'll try not to do that thing where you spend all your time taking care of them and not any time taking care of you, okay?