[Okay. Okay. Breathe. Pull yourself together. Emily lets go and allows him to push her back a bit, and evevn though she's been hoping for this moment for goddamn months, nothing could prepare her for this. For the confusion twisting his face. For the disconnect between them thanks to this fucking hellhole and its shitty timing.

She's not prepared. She doesn't know what to say.

So she marshals her thoughts together, takes a deep breath, and marches forward.]

It's a long story. I-- We're not on the mountain. This place... I've been here seven months. Seven months, Matt. [Hence how she's changed, in so many respects.

She shakes her head, looks down briefly, gets ready to explain some more, but all of that gets pushed aside when she sees the dressing on his thigh, his cut up, bloody sweatpants.]

Oh my god, are you okay? What happened? What was in there with you?