Golden Glade mission #1.3

I just...we're so worried, back at home, Emma began, each word freshly fabricated as it rolled from her tongue, She ran off in the night, and I think she may be mentally unstable. How can she feed them by herself? What if..., a sob, It's just easier to think that maybe she wanted a new home. That they're safe, you know? If she's here, I just want to speak with her. Just for a moment, please. By the end if her plea, her voice had trailed off into a choked whisper.
By then, she'd also begun with the silent tears. Hopefully, this was enough for an answer, as Emma couldn't do much more.