Emi retrieved her cloak from the ground nearby- the one bit of Era's human clothing she's excluded from the spell. She pulled this around her shoulders once more, then folding her legs in front of her underneath the cloak, watching as Era settled. She seemed to be alright, but Emi wouldn't leave her just yet. Admittedly, watching her go through this had brought back memories she wasn't quite sure how to deal with yet- and seeing Era flex her wings brought back a faint shudder along her spine, as if her own wings- or the memory of them- itched to do the same.