Looking down from the piece of cloth in her hand she smiled kindly at the young man, "you're welcome, it is the least I can do for you" she said gently as she continued to see up the multiple holes in the shirt.   What was with these tearings?  They were abstract and obscured the original color with dirt.  She was beginning to wonder just how long this man had been out here.<br/><br/>Emma had just finished patching up one of the tears in then shirt when she noticed the boy's odd behavior.  "Hey are you doing alright there?" She asked, taking a second to put down the threaded needle and shirt.  "Do you need some medicine?" She asked as she noticed him taking through his hair rather harshly.  When he started to groan, Emma stopped acting so gentle as took a few steps back towards her items.  If he was crazy or was cursed, it would be better if she were armed.<br/><br/>"Hey I'm gonna need you to communicate with me..."<br/><br/>She started to connect the dots a bit more in her head as she registered her situation.  A scrawny, unruly man lives alone in the werewolf's dark forest with tears in his clothes, horrible social skills and starts to behave oddly.  He could possibly be the werewolf she had been looking for all day.<br/>She put her cloak back on slowly and traced for her halberd just in case she was right.