Era shrugs and says nothing more on the matter. In her mind she had deserved what happened, but Tony doesn't seem to think so. She still doesn't understand what changed, but is too tired to push for answers.

By the time he returns from his brief journey to the kitchen, Tony will find an unlidded container of pastry fish on the table next to Era's now-empty glass. The girl herself is munching on one of the delightfully fragrant, apple-filled pastries.

"Solus hasn't spoken to me in two weeks," she says. "And the rest continue to fuss about my health, so I believe they are doing fine, for the most part."

She shrugs again.

"Your family is well, I trust?"