Emma was a sweetheart, never could hurt anyone. She threatened to do it numerous times but she was no fighter. She was a healer and a woman who was gentle to anyone needing help. Her brother kept saying it would kill her one day but she didn't care. Hell Martin was a fighting kind of man but his was defensive if not sparing. Emma smiled and watched him drink the water. It was doing wonders to him. He was looking better. As she went to refill the cup she looked back pausing, "I'm Emma, or Emily as my cousin calls me. It's nice to meet you Mystic." Looking to the water she gasped quietly as she saw it fly by. How interesting! When he finished she refilled the cup and held it to his lips again, "You control water? That's the most interesting thing I've ever seen." She said smiling. It was a neat thing.