Emerald walks over, slipping her hand free of Max's with a reassuring smile. "I am Emerald Dante, and I think you for your kindness and hospitality. She offers her hand and after he takes it, moves aside to watch the road with an attentive eye. She didn't like not knowing what to do or where that damn wolf was. The older versions of Grimm's tales weren't so nice as she recalled. Very unnice.