While Barry's busy, Yamato links up his wrist computer with the Cortex's comms, and brews a steaming hot pot of sweet, gingery shoga-yu. The patients all seem to be mostly asleep when he takes it up, so he leaves it with a note (written in very deliberate but not brilliant English) saying that it'll help clear their throats a little, and several extra blankets plucked from his sylladex.

Yamato's mother-henning is truly an ever-expanding phenomenon which will surely consume Central City if given the chance.

He's heading back into the Cortex when Barry contacts him. "No, I left and went back to my own world. It's amazing I'm even getting your call," he says into his wrist, a little dryly. "I'm here, what do you need?"

He takes a second to head to the console and bring up Barry's position on a map, tracking him through the city.