Apparently her curse had managed to miss one enhanced sense, and for that Emma is grateful. The noise roaring out of the place is bad enough, she can't imagine that combined with a foul smell, too. Still, her expression curls in distaste at the idea of it anyway.
"I think I would have been okay not knowing about the rat thing," Emma notes flatly, but that's probably par for the course in a place that didn't understand disease or the necessity of proper hygiene. What choice do they have?
Does she need rest? Emma can't say that she feels tired. Or, okay, she feels quite tired, every sense has been going off at warp 11 since she arrived, they've walked a lot and the battle of whispers in her head have been pretty draining. But, no, she doesn't feel tired. And what is this about being called a wench?
She looks down at the dress she's wearing, which seemed pretty standard for the time, but still— "This is a wench dress?" Ruby had done her a favor, getting her out of the sack and burlap cloak combo, but was wench dress really the only option?
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"I think I would have been okay not knowing about the rat thing," Emma notes flatly, but that's probably par for the course in a place that didn't understand disease or the necessity of proper hygiene. What choice do they have?
Does she need rest? Emma can't say that she feels tired. Or, okay, she feels quite tired, every sense has been going off at warp 11 since she arrived, they've walked a lot and the battle of whispers in her head have been pretty draining. But, no, she doesn't feel tired. And what is this about being called a wench?
She looks down at the dress she's wearing, which seemed pretty standard for the time, but still— "This is a wench dress?" Ruby had done her a favor, getting her out of the sack and burlap cloak combo, but was wench dress really the only option?