Grinning stupidly wide, Emmett reveled in her sentiment; she had felt the same! More than he could have hoped for! He felt far less foolish now knowing he wasn't the only one with these feelings. He couldn't quite put to words what was running through his head, everything was all jumbled, thoughts tumbling over one another as he tried to collect himself from the unexpected rush.

It lasted only a moment, however, as he watched her features fall, concern coloring his expression as his brows furrowed. He immediately reached out to take her by the elbow, preemptively trying to keep her upright if she were to swoon. His other hand went to the small of her back, better leverage there and he looked around, thinking he could guide her to the nearest chair. "Have a seat," he ushered her a few steps away to a table and urged her to sit down. He gently took the glass in her hand from her and set it on the table. "Is that better?" He asked earnestly, worried that she might pass out at any second.