Emmett
Tell me, how do I feel?
"Oh...well, thanks. I had some help." Emmett told her, the words feeling alltogether too casual and easy for the awful situation that had just descended upon them. He smiled just a little to see her looking around, glad to have his work appreciated; perhaps when he asked her if she wanted to stay over now she wouldn't be so hesitant.
He got her a mug of water from a kettle that had been boiled hours ago then left in the shade, making it cold and clean enough to be pleasant. Nothing fancier was available right now, his fruit trees having been rather neglected with everything else and Emmett trying to clear the place of alcohol so he could focus. As soon as he had handed the drink to her he sat down opposite, pulled the crate closer so he could put a hand on her knee.
"This doesn'...change...well no, it does change quite a lot, but it don' change anythin' about me and you. We're still gonna make this work and be together. And I...I'll help ya. With whatever y'need. Like...uh.." He rubbed at his mouth, swallowed down a heavy lump in his throat. "..Do you...wanna...talk about it..?"
