Clearly, he was not who she currently thought he was. While this didn't sit well with him, more so the longer it went on, it was for the best. He had no wish to see her erupt into distress, or start another argument, not least because she currently wasn't in a position to walk away from it. He could imagine what she'd say if she woke up now, although exactly where along the line she'd decided he'd be content to leave her passed out in the freezing wet dirt outside, he didn't know. He attempted to shut out that thought with ruthless efficiency, and prevented himself from saying anything else to her just yet. No, there was no need to stir Emily from her delusion if it was giving her comfort, and she would not have to find out any differently from him.
The door was already unlocked when they arrived, and Bethany wasn't too far behind it, with a worried exclamation at the sight of Emily. His signal to silence her came in the form of a slight narrowing of his eyes. To her credit, after the mild panic which would no doubt later turn into accusations that this was somehow his fault, she hastily told him she'd put some bath towels in the living room.
He carried Emily into there and toward the couch, and shifted his shoulder to give her the proper support as he leaned down and set her onto the cushions, slowly, so as not to jostle her.