[As on-edge as they've been, it'd be impossible to miss her return even without the video. Now, he could just wait for her to get home and make her a nice cup of tea, but that would be too sensible, so instead he turns up next to her with no warning whatsoever and tries to simultaneously fuss over her and pretend he hasn't been worried.]

How many fingers?

[Two, for reference, though he's not holding them anywhere near still enough for it to be a very good test of her vision. And three more, if you count the ones he's using to check her scalp for bumps... as if head injuries are a serious issue for angels.]

Didja have a good vacation? And do you know if we have any carpet cleaner? There was an incident with some golden syrup and... yeah. It's icky.

[And, the only one of those questions to which he actually expects an answer:]

Are you okay?