#though at least Emma's family would probably have had to 23-skidoo for Richmond after the whole murder plot came out.;

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One word prompt: warning, either Emma Green/Henry Hopkins OR Lucy Preston/Garcia Flynn

I can't resist Flynn/Lucy, but I had the idea for Emma/Henry first.

It was easier to know those you didn’t than those you did, Henry Hopkins had thought at some distant, drunken point in the past – a practice as straightforward as prayer, to copy a man’s words exactly to send to his family, or to recall who and which had requested some concession or another. His compatriots were not so simply known and cared for: Jed Foster could not be prayed over, and Mary Foster was too clear-eyed, too knowing for him to contemplate too long. Emma – Complaining of chill-blains and sneezing into an infinite series of lacy kerchiefs, the inevitable end of her long vigil in the soft-fallen Virginia snow; she had stood a long while helping to stack and move the many cords of firewood after he and the orderlies had finished with splitting it. She had said something about Miss Hastings’s displeasure with her bandaging as a pass-port for her presence, and Henry, always wanting her company, had chosen to believe her. It was only later, eyes burning over his sermon, that Jed Foster had strolled into the library and coughed meaningfully before his quiet warning: Emma had had a boiling letter from her estranged family, again.

Send me character(s)/a ship and a one word prompt, and I will write a five sentence fic about it.