Emma frowned softly, finding the writer tucked away in his room again. It was the third night in a row he had done this, it was concerning. "Host?" She whispered, not wanting to startle the blind man. Host smiled softly. "The Host appreciates you not wanting to startle him, but he knew you were coming. And nothing is the matter, the Host is just lonely he admits." Emma nodded hesitantly. "Would you -" "The Host would love for the dearest Emma to join him. He thanks you."