Absently, Levi rubbed at where she'd punched his arm, but didn't even have it in him to frown. He'd rather have her hitting him than keep on crying. It was easier for them both to deal with, he was positive.
"We weren't invited sooner," he pointed out, stepping away from her in order to wander into the kitchen. Surely, she'd follow. Tea seemed necessary at the moment. "Anyway. There were things that needed to be done back home too." Right until there hadn't been, not really.