"There was some travel involved, yeah," Sparkle muttered, though all told, the travel itself had been the easy part. He sighed. "I can... probably come over... maybe not today. Tomorrow, or sometime. I mean. Whenever's good?"

He swallowed and closed his eyes, well aware that he had reached a level of incoherent rambling that managed to say even less than his usual bouts of the same.

"I mean, I'm sure they're in good hands..."

Which was not actually the point, Sparkle.