No there was no thought in her heart, not in her mind that he was a merman in human form. Her mind was not toward the fact he was merfolk. All she could think of was that he needed help. Needed to be rehydrated. Needed to be nourished to health. Maybe this was why Martin gave her charge of him, to test her under pressure of helping others. Emma didn't know but she as glad to help Mystic, because she was a good person. Helping others was something she learned from her grandmother before she passed. Her eyes looked to the male in arm she looked to his broken limb and bit her lip, she had to bind it soon. Yet, how did it break? Moving she filled the cup and gave it to him, sitting up she looked to the window. Moving she set him against the wall and got off the bed, exchanging sides to sit near his hurt arm. Looking at it as she examined it to see if she'd need to be forceful with it. She did know Martin would be back soon.