All right. Not what she had been expecting but certainly not the least bit comforting. One of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. She almost would have thought that he was crazy had it not been for the clear lack of human emotion and the more than unique appearance. Eckhart had only looked like that, after all, because he had been ill, on the verge of death. And she doubted there were two people in the same circumstances.
Still, Pollution. Not exactly immediately deadly. It was more a slow, gradual choking effect. And he didn't look like he wanted her dead either way. But she knew just how much she could trust those sort of observations when she couldn't feel. Poor little Emma who wanted to see the best in everyone.
"I'm not a witch," Emma said, frowning. Some people might put it that way if they didn't understand but what she could do was hardly magic even if it did still seem like a curse at times. "I just feel more than most people do."