[Freya has been out and about in the rain, being quite used to it, but thankfully she hasn't found herself under any odd compulsions. As it stands, she's just a little wet as she answers the feed, having decided to check up on things in the network--it's been a while.

The video is the easiest option for her, so that's what she decides on. She does see the name and recognize it, so she answers in a familiar way.] I'm sorry to hear you've fallen ill. [Hopefully they won't start a tradition of always feeling down when they meet.]

I do remember my mother would sometimes make a soup with rice and onions whenever I caught something...