"Good. Thank you."

It helps to know he's settling in well; to know that his family here is taking care of him just as she would have.

She can't help the slight ache in her expression that exists for a moment in response to his question. It's covered soon enough.

"...It's-- It's all right." It's a struggle, to force her voice not to waver too much. She doesn't quite manage it, "It's... his time."

She always knew she'd have to let him go, eventually.