Emi nodded, admittedly glad that Era had assented to the reality of her situation. True to her word, though, she would make it quick. Emi moved to Era's side, one hand holding Era's wrist- firmly, still- and the other carefully sliding up her arm, searching for-- Ah, yes. There. The bulge of the displaced socket was unmistakable. Emi braced her palm flat over Era's shoulder. "Brace your feet," she warned, quickly, before counting down, "Three, two-" Before she could reach 'one', however, Emi pushed, quickly and hard. There was an echoing pop, but the arm slid back into place, just as it should.