[ it's amazing how much easier it is for emma to be, well, emma now that the business with bogue has been put to rest. admittedly, it doesn't mean that she won't carry the heaviness of it all with her, that she doesn't still see matthew in her dreams or the men she gunned down during the fight, but she's oddly less haunted by dreams of faraday; perhaps because he's come around to haunt her near constantly during the waking hours instead.
she minds that much less. ]
A favor? Perhaps you need better remindin' of what a favor i—
[ she stops when he draws attention back to her bleeding hand, and she glances down at the gently throbbing wound; she'd tuned it out, if she's honest, but she sees it continuing to bleed on her nice, white apron, and she curses softly under her breath. she reaches back to untie the apron from her waist, gathering it up and setting it aside before she can stain it further, then carefully holds her hand up and out of the way. ]
Inconvenient, that's all it is.
[ but there's still blood slowly oozing down her palm, which she's going to go ahead and attribute to neglecting pressure on the wound (when, in reality, she could probably use a stitch or two, not that she'd own up to it). ]
no subject
she minds that much less. ]
A favor? Perhaps you need better remindin' of what a favor i—
[ she stops when he draws attention back to her bleeding hand, and she glances down at the gently throbbing wound; she'd tuned it out, if she's honest, but she sees it continuing to bleed on her nice, white apron, and she curses softly under her breath. she reaches back to untie the apron from her waist, gathering it up and setting it aside before she can stain it further, then carefully holds her hand up and out of the way. ]
Inconvenient, that's all it is.
[ but there's still blood slowly oozing down her palm, which she's going to go ahead and attribute to neglecting pressure on the wound (when, in reality, she could probably use a stitch or two, not that she'd own up to it). ]