Jo hisses softly though her teeth as she looks over his hand. She's seen her brothers' rages put holes into walls, and she's fairly sure that this injury is the result of a collision with fist and a solid surface. She opens her satchel, taking out a small amber glass bottle of witch hazel antiseptic and some cottony gauze. She wets the cloth and starts to gently clean Ezra's hand, her eyes on her work as she listens to him describing Emilie's actions.
"It's the poison, binak-lo. It isn't your sister," Jo says, sounding resolute and sure. "It has taken hold of her body and her mind. Twisted her into a devil herself. This drug, mandi raklo, it is like the infection. It changes people. Makes them monsters. I understand perfectly, baby. But she is there. You have to trust. The poison has taken her over, but your sister, she would never leave you. Your hearts were built side by side. They cannot beat alone."