Who knows when Åsa will find the courage to renew the contact? But after such a trial of fire (or water). Even a few steps away from the lake she's unsure that she's done the right thing, but she buries her concern in worrying over Floweregg and trying not to enjoy the physical contact too much when it's so uncertain.

She has to release Siiri's hand in the hallway to take her shoes off, and then try and peel her socks off one handedly, not wanting to track any more mud in then they already have. At least her skirt seems to have stopped dripping, although she realises that she might have to borrow something to wear or she'll be spending the rest of the afternoon awkwardly trying not to touch anything. Like now as she tries not to lean against the wall as she balances to remove her socks, but with Floweregg in one and and the other reaching down she has nothing to support herself and she sways dangerously, before giving up and putting her foot down - at least until Siiri has her own shoes and socks off. "Can you take Floweregg for a moment?" She asks, although she won't actually pull the puppy away from her chest until Siiri's ready to take her. Let her stay snuggled up as long as possible.