His thanks is acknowledged with a small nod, as her mouth is preoccupied with a large bite of still-warm pastry. Apple has always been a favourite of hers, and pastry fish always remind her of the warmth and comfort of Fortemps Manor. Era lets that comforting flavour sit on her tongue as she considers Tony's question.

Carbuncle nudges her stomach gently with its nose, whining faintly as if to check that she's alright. She pats its head reassuringly, scritching behind an ear until a soft purring can be heard.

"I freed his enslaved soul without his consent," she answers. "It was dangerous, and he is dramatic."