"Saints," comes Emery's quiet oath, one he undoubtedly does not speak aloud often, "are you all right?"
The little goat, cold and frightened though she is, looks as though she will be well cared for in Gerta's company. In contrast her keeper looks ghostly pale beneath the layers of snow now melting into his hair and coat. Emery walks towards him with worry setting a deep furrow into his brow, for it is difficult for him not to believe that, had he not arrived at Wilde's homestead when he did, the young man might have finished up his work before the weather turned.
He says, "You look like you near caught your death out in that mess," and looks for all the world like someone who does not know how to function in a crisis unless he is empowered to help in some way. please Wilde let him help, it's either that or more hovering.
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The little goat, cold and frightened though she is, looks as though she will be well cared for in Gerta's company. In contrast her keeper looks ghostly pale beneath the layers of snow now melting into his hair and coat. Emery walks towards him with worry setting a deep furrow into his brow, for it is difficult for him not to believe that, had he not arrived at Wilde's homestead when he did, the young man might have finished up his work before the weather turned.
He says, "You look like you near caught your death out in that mess," and looks for all the world like someone who does not know how to function in a crisis unless he is empowered to help in some way. please Wilde let him help, it's either that or more hovering.