Emma & Jefferson~
Shifting in the cell, keeping a fair distance between herself and that thing, but close enough to help Jefferson if he needed it, Emma rounded away from the pair of them.
She had to formulate back-up plans; if Jefferson lost a battle of wills, if this thing had tricks, if it could cause damage to them despite them all just being souls, if it figured out a way to beat them. She needed to have another way to stop this thing.
Her magic felt more distant here, like when she was first learning it. It wasn't as obvious to her as it would've been in Marrowood, as it had started to be, and Emma needed to focus hard on her magic in order to build it to the surface. She didn't even know what to build up, what to focus on. The heat had probably only worked because of the type of magic, and right then that was all she had to work with.
Edging closer, still minding their battle of wills, Emma let her palms slowly -god, so slowly- build with power and mentally crossed her fingers this would work.