Emma & Jefferson~
"Yeah...right." He could only nod along. What she said was sensible, it matched with how he felt, but the fact that some thing was using his body to hurt anyone just didn't bode well with him.
Jefferson came too when she squeezed his hand, glancing down at the contact because it did feel out of place here. It reminded him of the only other person to take his hand, how much he missed her, and how far away she felt just then. Even Emma's hand didn't feel as tangible as it should have, maybe because he was slipping away like she'd said, so he'd have to take her word for it.
Even if she was doing the odd, comforting mom thing she'd taken on when he got hurt. He was starting to attribute it to Emma not knowing how to handle the situation. So gentle was the way in which she went, which, given the other option, was preferable. Jefferson returned the squeeze, if only to affirm she was real, and let her lead him along the path, feeling the weight of his feet under every step, forcing himself along.
"Stronger? Like how so?" Hearing that also gave more confidence. The stronger Emma was with her magic, the better their chances. Although her constant assurance of the situation only made him doubt she was being genuine as she was trying to be assuring.