My father was focused on work. I mostly just introduced him to Charlie before being pulled in a dozen other direction. I'm now down in Dover again, trying to sort through communications. Looks like we'll be pushing a 'humanitarian relief' in a 'war zone' angle. I looks like there is someone from the United Nations (whatever that is) asking questions, but I think it means news of changing events has spread beyond magical France. If Alice or Rachel (given her history) or Charlie (to deal with the Goblins) don't pick him for their team first, send your Dad to Dover. Too many numbers and calculations on top of everything else.

I don't recall what I've said to who at this point, but I'm so sorry for your loses. We can commiserate about family whenever you wish.

My arm feels like it twitches occasionally, but I don't think it has actually moved. Still in a sling. It looks like Jaspar's going to be able to borrow my broom for a good long while. Poppy is refusing to provide wakefulness potions, for fear of interfering with the healing, which means I need to find a cot and crash again after I finish sorting this pile of messages.