"My father," Nicholas growled, looking back at Jesse and their son. "I was about to call your mother actually, to see if she could help." He turned back to Patricia and said vaguely, "she's a...she heals."
"So nice to see you, Jesse," Patricia said, avoiding unpleasantries altogether. "Is that my grandson?"
"You shouldn't hold him yet, you said your chest hurt. It could make it worse," Nicholas reminded her gently.