*half-laughing, half-scolding* How old are you, Írissë? Thirty, tops, right? *more earnestly* Honestly, you have your whole life ahead of you. I mean, you must have hobbies...? Or there must be some job that would interest you?
*impulsively reaches across to cover your hand with hers* Why don't you go and visit him, or have him here for a while? I'm sure Mom would love to see him, too. *sighs a little* I'm going to have to check up on you, I think, big sister. And make sure you're keeping busy. (Did I used to do that?)