Molly sighed, hugging the boy tightly, patting his hair. "I'm so glad you are, too. Have you got enough to eat?" She leaned back, looking into his face. "I worry about all of you so..."
She smiled faintly, then nodded. "I know none of you will be satisfied until you're back doing the things you love. Just be careful, won't you? I haven't any more hair to go gray with worrying over you lot." She reached for the table, catching up a cookie and pressing it into his hand.