[ the drop in faraday's mood isn't especially hard to miss, but emma doesn't think to draw attention to it, not now. it must be a sore spot, she reckons, to realize how much one would lose in an existence such as faraday's. not alive, not experiencing life like those around him, but still present enough that he sees it all go by, invisible to the world, except in the eyes of one woman.

what a strange life, to be seen by one person alone, while effectively having his existence seem void otherwise.

she's appreciative of the way he sees to the fire, and it makes a quick difference, enough for her to leave her shawl behind to head into the kitchen again. ]

I suppose I ought to, as long as I'm guaranteed to have no further startling experiences while I'm at it.

[ she casts a pointed look towards him, but it's not especially disgruntled - there's almost a teasing edge to it, even. ]

I doubt the doctor would appreciate another visit this evening.

[ and she sure would like to avoid any further stitches in the immediate future. she doesn't actively blame faraday for the mishap, because really, it had been an unfortunate accident all around, but she still had zero appreciation for getting spooked at any point, knife in hand or no. ]