Whoops, wrong door

Emile did not say anything in response to the woman's comments on his sister but a soft small smile did manage to tug at his lips, maybe the first time he'd smiled in a long time.  Jane was sweet, and the sibling he maybe had the least complicated relationship with her... Such as it was, could he even really say he had much a relationship with any of his siblings?

Emile was tried. He was always on edge and yet also weighed down by the pure pressure of his spiralling mental health. The inner conflict of his desire to quiet, for peace, for absolution and the part of him that clawed greedily at life, that yelled at him to survive. Emile needed a break, he needed a rest... He needed a friend. Not that he trusted anyone to ever fill that role and not abandon him too. Still when the woman suggested he come over and sit some part of him was relieved. He hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and graciously nodding towards the badger and accepting the cushion.

"Nnnnnnnot much of a talker, for ob-ob-ob-obvious reasons." He said softly, trying not to flinch as he heard his own words, tripped over by his inconsistent tongue.

"Emile"