Jude was the first to reach her. He crouched beside her bedding, gently brushing a hand over Emma's cheek. Her skin was warm, slightly damp with the morning heat, but her eyes - those bright, determined eyes - stared blankly ahead, unmoving. Her lips were parted just enough to show breath passed through them. But she didn't blink. Didn't react.
"Emma?" he whispered, tapping her shoulder. "Hey. Emma. Look at me."
She didn't.
Behind him, Layla entered, still stretching sleep from her muscles. "What is it?"
Jude moved aside. "Something's wrong."
She knelt beside Emma, gently cradling her face and trying to tilt it toward her. But Emma didn't resist or respond - her head moved, but her gaze stayed fixed upward.
"Emma, it's me. Can you hear me?"
Still nothing.
Layla turned toward the others just as Sophie burst in through the side curtain of vines. "I felt something. Something weird. Like - " Her eyes landed on Emma. "No."