Emma really just wanted her friends to be okay, and while she was being a little bit selfish, she knew better than to use magic on Jefferson when he didn't want to -she wasn't going to be that person. Instead she just leaned in, smiling at the soft stroke of his hand and pressed a kiss to the corner of one of the healing scratches, dropping her head to his shoulder.
"So far, I think most of us have friends from our world, or have made friends here, enough that we'll take care of each other." Emma knew that even Hawke was forming some bonds, and while she'd check on him later, she wasn't worried he'd waste away. Almost everyone who was in the house had someone to look after them at home, or Ann to fret about them in the hospital. Which left Emma free to fret about her Hatter and Wolf.
"Well, if I can picture the punching bag as someone then I suppose that will have to do." She could always use her imagination, it was getting much better these days.