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"Oh my GOD!" Emerwyn stared on in the horrible realization that Julian's transformation was taking place. The fur was noticably growing, it was undeniable. They had come... while she was sleeping?
She'd let him down... It wasn't as though she could have stopped them, but, she felt so helpless knowing it had happened right in front of her. Like when the men had come to inject Nita.
She pulled his sheets out of the way, and sat on the side of the bed.
She spoke calm, quiet words, and touched him where she could. Anything to distract from his pain. As he writhed, however, it grew more difficult.

Emerwyn had no idea what to do, other than to continue her attempts to calm him, and now, to prevent him from clawing himself, should the risk arise. She attempted to take his paws in her own hands, holding htem gently, but firmly.

There was a strange irony in what was happening just now. The silver, striped fur obtaining even more of a dominance over his body.
She could see the Smiling Cat, everywhere, but in his face.

It was too much to handle, being so helpless to save him. So twisted it was, the gradual, but eventually apparant growth and change of his face. To see the very bones of a living creature turn and twist like that, it made these transformations she'd been experiencing and seeing that much worse, and only now so much more real. For the first time in over a year.

She tried to hum a song, but it was hard; the melody got lost, and she could never quite find where the last part had gone.

Her hands had to force themselves to hold on to the contorting shape of Julians'. It was a sick, sick, thing. Where did they go? Within only a short matter of time, appendiges that were full, whole and functional were simply... gone.
The pain was something she could only just remember vaguely, like some strange and distant memory that was not entirely hers.
She did not know what Julian was looking at, only that whatever it was probably only worsened his condition.

She leaned forward in his last cries, and took him, holding him close to her bosom.

Emerwyn held him as though he were a crying child, something precious and fragile.
"I want to take you away from there. I shall come back for you... I want to come back, so that we can both escape."
In truth, Emerwyn was still trapped in Wonderland, though in a different way than Julian was. From the day she had committed herself to be his friend, she had stepped into his world, and it had ensnared her, too. She had wandered through the Tulgy Wood, had seen the Jabberwock with eyes of flame.
And now that she had been free, she was willing to go back to the place that had haunted her as well, to pull out the friend she had promised to help and protect.

Emerwyn smiled gently at him.
"That does not matter to me. I promised I would help you, and to that vow I hold. If I can help you, perhaps both of us can make it out. We can defeat him."

Her smile grew, and she nodded.
She kept her eyes on Julian. "No," she whispered. "I see none before my eyes but you."

Emerwyn's face now turned curious. Cheshire Cat was in a different location than the other one he'd referred to. Was it the Jabberwock?

She didn't know what to say. "Knocked out? ... Who is the other, Julian?" Had the other knocked him out?