"Brienne has a weird name, and she's way too smart. She uses huge words, and I don't like her", Emil replied, "I have a really bad feeling about her, as if she is going to attack me at any moment. The dark-skinned girl is cute though, for a little one. The boy though, he looks so...angelic. It would be perfect if Brienne wasn't there, she fouled their image with her presence", Emil stated matter-of-factly, but not meaning to be rude. He shuddered at the thought of those ears and that....tail. How they seemed to waggle and such. It freaked him out a lot. "Her ears and tail freak me out too, I think it's because I'm afraid of dogs".
Emil certainly was afraid of dogs, specifically big black ones. Think Sirius Black - like dogs. Those were the types that freaked him out the most. Such a foul cur bit him, mauling and tearing its way into Emil. Fangs spilling blood, piercing skin down to bone. Searing pain through synapses of nerve tissues, burning and engulfing with pain. The kind of pain only third degree burns on small patches of skin could match. Errant claws and fangs slicing him open, to near death. He still had scars. Sure, the physical ones were healed, but not the mental ones, those would remain for the rest of his life, indelible by time. Indelible to new experiences that contradicted. Only the strongest of memory wipes could pull them clean.
Remembering the terrible pain caused him to clench his stomach, where those scars remained. But only briefly. Rationality took the wheel once more, and he concentrated on the disintegrating bag. The way Jack worked her wand to mend it was impressive to say the least. He'd never learned mending spells, only useful ones for other types of work ("boy's work"). He'd always been taught by his father and mother that a woman in his life was all that he needed, all that he should want, to do such things as washing clothes or mending sewables.
The weather outside was calming down a little bit, but only that little bit. Then, it came back with twice the fury. Thunder killed the dead silence that would've otherwise punctuated speech, lightning made violently bright light capable of blinding those foolish enough to look into it. Emil was startled by those horrid sounds, they reminded him of that night when he was mauled. It'd been just this type of weather, maybe more intense. Whatever it was, the poor boy seemed frightened.