Emra + hope
For the most part she was personality-less, and pretty lifeless. It was rare that she ever talked, and when she did it was barely a whisper. She didn’t act like she didn’t trust them, but she surely didn’t act like she was comfortable. Constantly watching, never relaxing, Emra wasn’t sure how to help the human feel comfortable.
There were a few times, when it rained, or she found something that caught her interest (like convincing Corra to paint her armor hot pink with stripes) that some sort of personality could be seen.
Emra tried to not to pay mind to the nights she was woken up by screaming, or to find Sophie missing completely. It was hard to not give up hope in the human, she seemed to just want to distance herself away. However, even when she left she found her way back by the mornings, even if they had to leave in the middle of the night. No matter how much it seemed that she wanted to be apart, she came back.
It wasn’t abnormal for a skirmisher or even a human dealing with the process of readjusting to take their own life, it was something they had grown accustomed to. Emra refused to believe in the fate for Sophie, even if she was following the same path some of them took. There was a look in her eyes, she wanted to live, Emra believed that.
She had hope in the human, as stupid as that sounded. She wouldn’t give up in her, it was not an option. They were in this together now, it would work out in the end, Emra believed that.