( Wynonna doesn't barge in, like she did the front door. Instead, she pushes the one door open wider, stepping inside. It's always surreal coming face to face with a kid that Doc made that's not hers, but he's still a gift, an angel sent down to two lost souls who found each other, or Doc had once told her. It's impossible to resent a three year-old (well, someone else's) or Wynonna would have more of a problem.

Instead, she waves to Cami and drops down to Henry's level. )

Camille. Pretty. Hey, Hen. You've gotten taller.

( Lowering herself more, she fully sits, all of the anxiousness she carried to the front door falling out of her. )

He's okay. ( To Cami. ) Were you there when Henry's mommy and daddy's friends dropped in unannounced?