[ emma hesitates in the front room, gently rubbing her chilled hands down her arms, fingers brushing over the now-calmed mark. it had gone from the miserable throbbing to a soft pulse, a reminder of its presence and the overwhelmingly unpleasant sensations it had brought around with the threat of separation. finally, she gives a nod, glancing back down the hall towards her room. ]

The morning, then.

[ she hesitates, though there's a part of her that aches for a moment to be near him, for a whisper of contact that will make up for the gnarled rending she'd felt earlier, and it must be that which spurs her to add, ]

Would you like to join me?

[ she looks mildly abashed, and her eyes settle over faraday's shoulder, rather than looking to his face. ]

No harm if you'd prefer your own bed, but...it's gotten mighty cold in here tonight, is all, and I know your window isn't fixed up right yet.

[ one of the many repairs that still needs to be made in her home.

it's not the most honest of explanations, either, but it's hard for her to admit even to herself that she's looking for some flicker of that connection that had come here and there since he'd come to stay with her. ]