[ it— actually does make emma laugh. small and soft, but it's definitely a laugh. ]

Imagine that. Perhaps you've been tanglin' with horses in your sleep. Would explain the trampling.

[ it's a much needed reprieve from the tension of the night before, from the uncertain steps they've been trying to tip-toe around each other. it's more progress than they've made since he came to her home, since that night under the stars, and it's...at least something. slow and tentative, but something all the same. ]

I haven't the faintest what else might've done.