[Part of her wants to answer back by voice, but it's far too hoarse. She can't worry him any more than she's bound to have already, or any more than telling him what's going on will do. Writing for now.]

I'm afraid so, yes. I have been for a long time, to be honest, but I'm certain there's a cure. [There has to be. Somewhere. She knows there are versions of herself who have escaped it.]

I'm sorry, I never meant to worry anyone.