Who had taken Emma, hit you in the face with a telescope, Swan, and who the hell was this?
Okay, so people were allowed their fears and anxieties. Everyone had them and if they said they didn't then they were lying. Yet the more Jefferson watched Emma's body language, clinging to the book, all but tucking back into him, made him think she had some deep rooted anxities. He had a feeling if she could, she'd hide in his hat.
"What? What are you--alright, hold on. Let's take a break here." He didn't know what she was talking about but she needed to be in a better state before they could continue. Her behavior was giving him legitimate concern. She looked on the verge of a quivering lip and while this had fooled him before, there was no doubt this was real.
Plucking her out of their path and pulling her aside by her elbow, Jefferson made her sit on the closest bench that didn't look like it was full of splinters. He took a seat next to her, sighing in confusion and mental exhaustion, before turning to face her fully. "You wanna tell me why you have anxiety over this place and not a dragon?
Share time wasn't ideal. Yet, they weren't going to get far if she was a mess.