Emily felt herself being lifted off the ground and her weight settled against the warm figure holding her. It felt strange being in this person's arms, not something she was used to as if it was Evan. It there was a little glimmer of familiarity being in this person's arms. She recognized it...but only barely. Like a distant memory, something she hadn't felt in a long time. Those thoughts were swirling around in her head and had she been more coherent she probably would have figured it out pretty quick that is wasn't Evan who was carrying her but her father.
Once coming to that realization she would shoot out of his arms as fast as she could...thinking that he had something horrible planned. However, she would also be shocked that her father would pick up her soaking wet figure and hold her in his arms against one of his ridiculously priced suits. The water was probably staining it beyond repair and normally he would never risk something like that...but he didn't care when it came to making sure she was safe...that she was okay.
But those thoughts were no where close to rooting themselves in her mind causing her to react. All she did was wrap her arms a bit tighter around the figure in a hug. In her mind this was still her brother and in a sleepy whisper she said,
"Thank you for coming for me, you're the only one who makes me feel safe."