“Okay, you’ve got soup, hot tea, crackers for your stomach, warm blankets, a cool fluffed pillow…do you need anything else?” It’s rare to see Emma this serious. She’s always been a shy and quiet girl, talking fast and barely showing any emotion, but…here, she’s much softer. Like if she doesn’t buckle down and focus, the world’s gonna collapse.

And all this fuss of her running around grabbing things for you because you threw up. Once. At like…2 in the morning. And here you are, six hours later and she’s acting like a mother when their youngest child has the slightest cough. The duality of man. Or…woman.