[Of course she has salt somewhere. It's so expected that by the time Emilia asks if she's alright, a choked little sob escapes her and she leans into the side hug. Lets out a tired laugh.]

God, no. I danced for the deed to this house - and then I watched the spirit that sold it to me get captured by slavers. And Five said I died, and my magic is unreliable and - and I forgot salt.