"Let Mokey know it's okay? Tell her I'd rather be away for a little while than get her sick. And if you guys can try to keep Boober busy, so he doesn't worry about getting sick himself, at least, not too much. I'm gonna call when I get there, but if he doesn't want to talk on the phone, I understand! Just send him my love."

Wembley seemed to have a thought, then, and his smile warmed. "One more thing. Look after yourself, okay? Don't worry about Mokey unless you really need to... And don't worry about me at all. I'll be home soon, and I can take care of myself!" A sneeze. "...Sure, not enough to keep from getting sick in the first place, but-" A little laugh. "You get sent my love, too, okay?"