"Leave it there. Woolite and an iron can fix a lot of things if you're careful enough with them." If Emma's temper hadn't gotten the better of the crumpled pile of cloth.

She'd try, but she wasn't sure she was up to that task now.

Choosing something closer to a middle ground territory, but also potentially delicate, she said, softly, "I heard about what happened to Henry while I was at the hospital. How's he's doing?"

More importantly, with the walls and standing back, and being up still this late, how was she doing with it?