he's been watching her for a while now, sitting inside that room with her knees pulled to her chest, wondering, hoping her royal protector will come to save her soon.
she draws a lot, he's found that out, and it's always pictures from memory. whether it's a scribble labelled mother or a full page with the word daddy or corvo, every mark has a meaning.
the outsider knows how scared emily must be. maybe she could use a friend... or maybe even a little excitement to lighten things.
the world slows, twists for the time being, and he steps from the void and into the real world, fingers laced behind his back and brows arched in false concern. the god looms for a moment, glancing over her shoulder, and then gives a small cough to catch her attention.
" hello, emily. "
