Luka exhales a quiet laugh. The thought of a doctor talking about him to his mother makes him feel like a child again, and all the times he'd sat quietly while his mother fretted and some coldly voiced doctor did their best to reassure her.

"Are you sure you're ready for that conversation?" Luka laughs again. "You might be stuck talking her down for the rest of this trip up the mountain."

He's still texting with her as he walks, trying to quell the incoming flood of messages.

"I wouldn't want to do that to you."