"Sounds like a plan, then, Martha." He tips a wink at her and beams, as much as a ghost can beam. And of course it'll be one of those hugs where he picks her up off her feet, because naturally, that's the best kind of hug.

"Between you and me, it'll be nice to not be all wispy and see-through. The hovering, I might be able to get used to, although I can't really run, not like this." And if there's any sort of defining trait about him, it's that he loves to run.

"I do hope you stay that way, Martha. I don't want to find out you got sick and- Well, you just try and stay well, alright?" He can't help but level a halfway concerned look in her direction, because if she gets sick and dies, then that's one less doctor they have around. She's always important, but in situations like this one, that importance only increases, in his opinion.