"I can't guarantee that you'll find something, but I can tell you this," Emmeline intoned. "This town, for all of its quiet emptiness on the surface? It has a habit of holding on to people who should stay. I mean, here I am, for you to talk to. And I could have landed just about anywhere, the way I was traveling!"

She smiled as Echo spoke on her artistic side; Emmeline considered herself an artist of sorts, conjuring up something from nothing, mixing together strange bits and pieces of what was never there before. She reached out and took the girl's hands in her own, pressing the wire angel into Echo's palm.

"An artist, I should have known, with these hands," she said, still smiling. She concentrated deep within herself, pulling at her most buried sensations of peace and calm, and directed it to flow through her hands as best as she could. Emmeline was not an empath, but even she could see the girl seemed skittish. She only hoped the girl could share even a little bit of the peace she had found.

"I did make the angels, yes," she went on, letting go of Echo's hands after a moment. "Ordered the wrong wire for beadwork, had to find something to do with it." She paused and laughed. "Perhaps I should make some devils to go alongside them!"