"Last wee--?" Amaya blinked, genuinely confused for a moment before the realization struck her. "Oh! That." She snorted, waving a dismissive hand. "That was just a bug! And, like a bug, easily squashed."

Naturally, that was accompanied by a gesture of pounding a fist into her palm.

"Right as rain now, though, and that's a promise."

The last few days before the trip were a bit of a fuzzy blur, but she wasn't about to admit that.