"Probably both," Mira opines in response to Coop, "if you ask me."

If Mira hadn't had a clue something was deeply wrong before now, walking around the house - a house she's been in - would give her an idea, and even though she's still hurting and is certainly more careful with herself around Raleigh than she likes, it's disturbing.

Mira grabs the unopened mail with a frown, thinking that after the fairy tale spell, outstanding bills are the last thing Raleigh needs again and sorts them by postmark date without really looking at them, sitting the pile down more overtly on the bedside table to be dealt with later. She grabs a shirt from off the pile, trying to restrain the impulse to fold her laundry for her.

"Look, you can think we're total assholes," she says to Raleigh, as she comes back in unwilling to totally ignore her. "But you're -- not okay. You must know that." She isn't sure if this is any sort of Raleigh that has the ability or cares to self-examine that far. "And you can hurt us as much as you want, but you know we're not going to just leave you alone like that."

Mira doesn't stop to argue, instead handing the shirt to Joel and glancing at him for what to do next, chewing on her lower lip.