[ She settles down, satisfied that she's made her point, willing to hear theirs. She doesn't argue with either of them--they're older than she is, more experienced than she is, and she's a guest in their home.
All factors she didn't take into account when she lost her temper, but nobody's perfect. She clasps her hands behind her back, fiddling with them out of sight. ]
Is there anything I can do to help? [ Ephemera has the first aid well in hand, but she looks toward the kitchen. ] I could make the coffee.
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All factors she didn't take into account when she lost her temper, but nobody's perfect. She clasps her hands behind her back, fiddling with them out of sight. ]
Is there anything I can do to help? [ Ephemera has the first aid well in hand, but she looks toward the kitchen. ] I could make the coffee.