[ She recoils the moment he touches her, yanking her arm out and away and taking three steps back. She ignores the tear in her sleeve and the sting in her arm. Her fist is broken (a familiar feeling), but she welcomes the discomfort for the time being, using it to keep herself grounded.

Era lets out a shaky breath and turns toward the kitchen, leading the way if he still has any inclination to follow. ]

No outside shoes are allowed past the entry tile. The flooring is warm, but slippers are recommended.

You are welcome to sit on either of the sofas, but the armchairs are off limits.

[ Pretending what just happened didn't happen is the healthiest course of action, obviously. ]

Do you like whipped cream on your hot chocolate?