"It's the least I could do," Emma said, touching Elle's arm lightly in reassurance before pulling back. She couldn't help but feel as though she were butting in on something that she shouldn't be privileged to. Noah was no longer in trouble as he had been, so part of her kept saying for her to get up and walk away. But she couldn't bring herself to do that.
Sitting there, watching the part of them awkwardly for a moment, Emma reached out tentatively to Noah, "Do you think you're all right?" She asked gently, frowning as she looked around them. She could still feel it, lurking. But she wasn't sure whether it would bother to try again or not, or was just observing the aftermath before moving on. Or even if it had any conscious motives at all. If it even tried to come back... She'd blast it with so much good feeling that it would dissolve.
That is, if she could manage the positive while pissed off.