Winnie hummed out a dismissive noise of agreement; he better fucking know it. The prat. "How are you, Darling?" She asked instead, far more worried about her sister-in-law's wellbeing than her brother's. Winnie could mend broken noses and fingers, but she couldn't mend broken hearts. "The kids?" Win was by far no means an absent aunt, she liked being involved with her family, but when Anne and Ned were away at school, she tended to forget to stop by as often; something she should rectify as soon as possible.