"Of course not," Emma attempted to sound reassuring as she turned to face Scott. Everyone always believed that Charles Xavier was some sort of Saint, it was definitely infuriating. The man had a dark side, Emma longed to exploit it, but she knew better. In time Charles' dirty little secrets would come out, maybe with the help of her, but Emma didn't want to be directly responsible for unleashing that Pandora's box. "You mind is certainly one curious labyrinth of blocks, memories and experiences. Something to be feared and respected at the same time." Arching a brow, Emma's fingers raised to trace along his jaw line.
"A clean bill of health for now," She added ominously, "With a mind like yours, I doubt it will ever be truly clean. There's things in there that you really shouldn't hide from," Nodding, she pulled her hand back, and crossed her arms over her chest. "But, for what you asked of me, yes, for all intent and purposes, you are free to go." Taking a step back to give him room to climb off the table.
"One more thing, Mister Summers, now that your mind is on the mend, and you should be feeling like your normal self in a few hours, put some real thought into reclaiming your rightful spot as the leader of the X-Men. It would do you some good to stay occupied, and a natural born leader like yourself really won't be able to stay in the lower ranks without going mad." Emma wanted to add that she planted that thought and memory in the forefront of his mind, but... she felt it best to allow it to seed and grow on it's own.