Emilia had noticed Lann wincing as she'd held onto his hand, but hadn't been able to get a closer look, even though she really wanted to know how badly he was hurt. Lann turned to get his bike, and she had to let go of his hands and even though she really wanted to, she couldn't bring herself to reach out again, not wanting to hurt him. The barely-lit street was flooded with moonlight. "Not far from here, right?" he asked and she nodded in agreement.

They were comfotably silent for the next few minutes, walking side by side towards her home. It gave Emilia time to catch up with what had just happened and she felt her gaze constantly drawn in by his face. He had really surprised her. She sunken in her thoughts, replaying the scenes she had seen in front of her inner eye, he almost missed his question and it took a second for her to be able to get the meaning of his words and come up with a reply. "A little, I guess. We couldn't be sure we'd end up in the same class, but it turned out alright in the end. We had each other and most of the students there went to the same middle school so we weren't absolute strangers with many of the other students." she answered him, but wasn't able to continue the topic, her mind reeling off into a different direction again.

When they reacher her house, Emilia noticed Lann inspecting it, wondering what he'd think of it. Letting him do that for a moment, she turned as well, first glancing at the driveway, then at the windows. The car was not back yet and the lights were out, except for the one outside, next to the door. Her father wasn't yet home, which she'd guessed, since he hadn't called her yet to ask where she was and why she was so late. "Will you be okay now Emilia?" Lann asked and she turned back to him with a warm smile. "I guess this is the time we'll split for today. I'm really happy to see that you're not hurt at all. Let's have fun tomorrow again!"

She laughed at that last part, since the description 'fun' didn't exactly apply to the last part of their day. She reached out, to carefully catch his bigger, and obviously uch stronger, hands in her small ones, making sure not to touch his wounds. "Wait." she said, her voice sounding weird to herself. She cleared her throat. "Erm.. I.." she glanced at her house, then back at him, somehow embarrassed at her own actions. "You're hurt." she observed, her eyes turning to his hands with a worried look in them. "My father isn't home yet.. If it's alright with you, would you let me patch these up?" she asked him, with the best of intentions but shy since her offer entailed him coming into her house and being alone with her. It was crazy how much she trusted him after only a day.