It stung a little when she didn't hug him, and it always did whenever they'd pretended in public not to be an item, but he understood it. There were always reasons for it, good ones, and while he wished they could have a moment to themselves where they could indulge in their secretive relationship and the comfort they both needed, Emmett realized they wouldn't get that chance for a while. There was no telling how long it would be before helped arrived for them: hours, maybe even days.
His hands dropped to his side as he resisted the urge to try to hold her, anyway, to scoop her up and carry her further away from the crash site so at least she wouldn't have to see or hear it. "It's not your fault," he said immediately, not sure if she needed to hear it, but feeling the need to say it all the same. "Everyone's alive, and that's the best we can ask for right now." She was safe. That was the most important part, but unspoken.
"Did you get a read on where we are before the accident?" That was what it had been, wasn't it? Something had hit the plane. He'd felt that, even if he hadn't seen it. "Are we close to the airport at all?"