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Emerwyn recoiled when she emerged from her duplex, not used to direct sunlight.
Her animal instincts couldn't bear to be shut indoors for so long, but the human in her, all of those bothersome emotions that had turned her so reclusive, kept her in.
Finally, she could bear it no more. Squinting in the sunlight, she saw a person up ahead. A stranger, by the looks of it. A stranger who was struggling with a heavy load. Emerwyn figured she should go and help, for however she could.
If this person was a newcomer, she hoped she wouldn't frighten her by her appearance. And if she had already seen other affected inhabitants, Emerwyn still hoped she wouldn't frighten her. Emerwyn was not looking her best these days.
"Hello there!" she croaked. Her voice was still getting used to speaking. "Need a hand?"

Emerwyn dashed forward to catch the falling boards. However, barely being used to supporting her own weight, it proved more than difficult. After securing two in her grip, she failed to stop a third from falling to the ground. She was on her knees with the two boards in her lap, picking up the third one. It was a feat to swoop down to catch them, seeing as this young woman was easily more than a foot shorter than Emerwyn.
She laughed softly as she got to her feet. "Let me take these for you. Where are you off to?"
She was inwardly very excited to hear quite plainly that this girl was from her homeland.

"Emerwyn."
She walked along with Joliette, trying to keep pace. Even the smallest loads were cumbersome to her.
"Boarding up the windows? What for?"

"A darkroom? You're a photographer, then." She didn't know the first thing about the process of traditional photography, but she did know what a darkroom was.

"I'm sorry. That- that man has deceived many people. So, I take it you've already learned the nature of this hell-on-earth?" After all, Joliette hadn't reacted harshly to Emerwyn's blackened fingers, and large, furry ears.

"You're not alone, trust me." She sighed heavily. "There's a lot that was taken from us. And it's not fair. No one deserves this."
She started to regain her composure. "When did you arrive?"

It was disgusting. Every time she heard a story of their treachery, her blood boiled.
How many more would be caught in this trap?
"You were alone on your yacht? That is to say, no one could have returned home and reported you disapearance?" Emerwyn's own ship had crashed; she was the only survivor. She was always looking for a thread of hope that this menace would be caught.

In the meantime, she kept it in the back of her head to ask who Dr. Duvert was. She had never met any other doctors on the Island other than Moreau himself.