I think you might be right... worryingly.
I am O.K. gents, or will be. It is nothing that a shared cookie won't fix. Zatoplek, you are an angel of type that looks lovingly and sadly upon our mortal messes, knowing that if we could but see things from your perspective, that we would forgive each other and join hands and hearts together. (Jack needs a drinkie poo, but he is fine and his immediate family is fine and that is all that matters, in the end.)
Talia, "Tiger, tiger burning bright, in the forests of the night." This is what could be whispered, as my majestic tiger approuched your candle lit jungle. (O.K., even by my standards, that was a stretch.)