She keeps her eyes closed as she's carried, not wanting to risk feeling any sense of vertigo. It helps, and by the time she's laid out on the sofa she is feeling passably human again, albeit a very unsteady, lightheaded one.

"No dairy, please."

Era may have been lacking in psychology textbooks, but she has enough medical textbooks to have a good idea of how expedite her recovery. (Not that she does everything she should, as that would require copious amounts of rest.)

"Carbuncle is finished its delivery. Will you let it in?"