"Getting your head cut off?" He offered. Sure that wasn't within the realm of things she was talking about, but of things Jefferson remembered being legitimately afraid of, it was that axe in his neck.
Probably best not to dwell on what could happen instead of trying to leave. He wasn't trying to put any pressure on her, just try and steer maybe a little bit of belief in her direction. Sometimes people couldn't achieve what they needed to until they didn't have the choice anymore.
"All of this place is unknown to use. The unknown is scary, that's fine. We'll manage." Emma needed to learn the trick of psyching herself out to believe what she wanted. Even if it meant fooling herself. "Don't freak, we'll be alright. You've seen worse and so have I."
It was times like these Jefferson wished he had real magic. Something to defend at least. Or that gun he'd lost back in Storybrooke.