"I hope so. I'm not sure what the rules are with her earning extra privileges, so, I guess she'll tell me when. I'm going to come back and see her every day." Iestyn sat down and took a mouthful of ambrosia, and looked up at the blue sky with a long sigh as he chewed. He just needed a moment to calibrate before he told Henry the diagnosis.
"I've been worried she'd be cold and distant," he said after a little while, once he and Henry had had a chance to eat a bit. "But she was really glad to see me. She said the doctors have things in hand with a recovery program. Now that they know what the problem is. Um. So she said she has Bipolar III, which has been coming on over the last few years, since Ma got sick. That and trauma, you know. A lot to untangle."