Juliana felt queasy as she reappeared in the unfamiliar living room. It wasn't as though she was going to be sick, since there was nothing in her stomach to vacate, but she did momentarily worry she might faint again. She let go of his arm and put a hand on the nearest piece of furniture to stabilize herself, pinching her eyes shut momentarily.

She didn't know what he was referring to with his question, but the answer was the same regardless. "I'll be fine," she insisted. She took a deep breath and tried to settle her head and her stomach at the same time. "Where's your floo?"