Emma had taken a moment to rest her tired eyes.  The fatigue had really taken a time on her and now was a horrible time for her body to be pulled into sleep.  But she couldn't rest just yet, not while she was in a hut with a complete stranger.  Though he was hospitable enough to let her stay the night, it didn't make her feel completely protected.  Instead, she shook her head as to jolt herself awake before looking over to the boy.<br/><br/>He had pricked his finger on a seeing needle and appeared to be repairing a torn piece of clothing.  "Are you well?  You seem a bit nervous....I don't bite I swear" she said, trying to keep the tension in the room relatively light.  She let out a small yawn before stretched her arms and walking over to the boy.<br/>"Here" she took the shirt and needle as sat by the black haired boy.  "I want to return the favor, whether you think it's alright or not" she started, "let me see this up, my hands aren't as shaky as yours" she commented before starting to sew up the hole.<br/><br/>Emma was in no way a house-wife type of person.  Sewing just happened to be a necessary skill to learn when you have to take good care of your cloak.  Plus, it was good to always sew up any unwanted rips from fights.