[She's alive. His mother is alive. Alive and maybe cured? And out of the hands of the Yeerks, who had her. He's angry and relieved and happy and mournful all at once and he feels like his body is going to burst from all of this emotion on top of everything he's already learned.]

[But she needs him.]

<Okay. ... Okay.>

[He tries to keep his voice even, because he's not sure what he's feeling anymore. It's all... it's a lot. It's a lot.]

<I'm... I'm worried about you right now, though. I don't imagine you want to sleep after that. I can... um. Try to like... make you something to eat? Something simple.>

[As much as he wants to run away, as much as he wants to cry, as much as he feels he can't handle it... he'll hold it together for her sake.]