[ of all the things emma expected to get out of faraday, this honest, open gratitude is certainly not one of them. she doesn't gape or gawk (she's too composed for that), and she has the good sense to realize that now is not the time to give him grief over such a change. there's vulnerability in his words and in his face, and she has far more tact than to poke fun at such well-meaning thanks.

she's quiet for a moment, taking in his words, and then she just gives a small nod. ]

What you did for me and for this town— I think that makes all of this plenty warranted. You stood with us against Bogue when so many wouldn't, and you turned the tides in far more ways than I think you realize.

[ she shakes her head softly. ]

I think that makes any kindness I can extend plainly due — then or now.

[ even if it's something as simple as tending these graves, she wants to do that for them. ]

And...you know I wouldn't have rather been anywhere else, on that day.

[ as much as she still sees faraday's final moments in her mind, she's glad she was there for it and for him.

she's glad he didn't have to die alone. ]

And, Joshua—

[ she looks back at him, a bit of turmoil in her eyes, but she seems determined all the same to continue speaking. ]

If you can come back this way again...I'd like it if you'd come find me.

[ maybe it's the wrong choice, maybe it's an unhealthy or unholy one, but if she can see him again like this, she's decided that she wants to. it could be months from now, she realizes, or it could be as soon as days, and that would suit her just fine. she doesn't know what he is or what's keeping him tied to this world, but if by some misfortune he's still here, then...at least he wouldn't have to be alone. ]