[she'll witness the tail end of it, the glow fading from Emily's hands and the breeze dying. warmth and a bit of color has returned to the man's face, drawn up by her work. he'll stay warm, cocooned as he is, growing more so with time. but working that hard, that quickly takes a toll, and she has to step back, feeling like she just ran for miles. unconsciously, she'd poured more and more of her own energy into him, trying to reach him - she's so tired, and she wishes she could simply curl up next to him and nap. but she can't do that when other people are around. the most she can get away with is brushing his hair back from his forehead, to kiss it and hope he has a deep and dreamless sleep.

of course, realizing Azem walked in the room, she straightens instantly and blushes. that's not the most professional look on her.]

...Majima is stable enough that he's not going to get worse, but still fragile. I'm going to keep him here and not risk transfer to another facility unless necessary - we can observe his condition in the meanwhile.

[so, her initial message of "he's alive but critical" is unchanged.]