Settling next to him, still largely unsettled with how easily people vanished, Emma almost moulded herself to his side, leaving enough room for movement, but little else. She hated the marks, because it reminded her so starkly of the pain inflicted, but she didn't push if Jefferson wasn't in agony. If he was, she wouldn't bother to ask. "Okay but... Just let me know, it's important enough." Since Ann was able to treat most people of injuries, and all Emma had done was expend some energy to allow Isaac to walk without much pain, she really didn't see anything as more important.
"Everyone's licking their wounds, mostly metaphorically." She didn't know just how it was all going with everyone, but the last few days had been all hands on deck, so she assumed it was rest and recovery time. "Ann's got the hospital sorted, May's holding the fort at the station and everyone else is taking care of each other."
And Emma was finally letting go of the sheer worry for her friends. "I may have to punch some people to let out the rest of this pent up stress, but I'm sure I could find someone for that." Smarmy, holier than thou Captain's maybe. Or just letting her frustrations out on a punching bag.