[ It's Terry's turn to hold himself back when he hears that. He tries drinking the rest of his warm soup by lifting the bowl, but it no longer feels appetizing because all he can remember is the stench of burnt flesh and blood that he continuously vomited before. His stomach churns as if mimicking the uncomfortable effects of being poisoned, but he suppresses it. ]

... Yeah. I'm glad you two will be fine from that burning storehouse incident. I really am.

[ ...

Terry gets off the counter chair. ]

I'll be right back.

[ He needs to regain his mental composure in the bathroom by taking deep breaths. ]