Of course Emma had noticed the woman with all the tattoos around the inn. Emma might hermit, but she wasn't completely locked away from the rest of the people here. They hadn't talked, but she thought her name was Jane. While trying to pick out a book, Emma saw her studying a design on her back that had to be hard to see, and took that as an opening to approach. On the table she saw what looked like attempts to draw the design Jane was focused on.

"Is there something I can do to help? It's hard getting a good look at something on your back. Even with a mirror or two."