Cora doesn't try to stop her. She can spot someone about to vomit from a mile off. She lets her go, and she'll seek her out later.
She forgets often that she's far more blunt than most people. She wants the worst of it so she can immediately build a plan to deal with it. Not everyone else was like that, and if Ira was only turned a few short weeks ago, this was likely too much.
She hears the bell twice, then she rubs the heels of her hands into her eyes and sighs, suddenly tired. She can hear Fletcher's footfalls as he comes into the kitchen, and Cora lets her hands drop to the table.
Her face attempts something like a smirk, but it's as tired as she feels. Then she sobers, her expression serious. "Do you want kids?"