Emmett, after he said his piece, had gone back to quietly watching Maea, looking but not really seeing. Really he was trapped in his mind, thinking please not another one -- Vervain's question made him jump at the sound of his name.
"I uh...I'm fine, yeah." If Vervain was observant she would notice a slight sway in his step, a smell of alcohol on his breath...but physically he was not injured. He had been nowhere near the Spire when it had all happened after all, far too wrapped up in his own personal chaos to begin to interact with the swirling never-ending complexities of the current happenings. For a while it had been a solace from his own life, but now it was just a distraction.
"...Is..is Maea gonna be okay? D'ya need anythin'? I can go get it. Anythin'." Desperation clear in his eyes, he leaned forward with an intensity he hadn't found in himself very often.
Emmett
There'll be no value in the strength of walls that I have grown
There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown
But I'd be yours if you'd be mine
There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown
But I'd be yours if you'd be mine
