Prometheus didn't respond to her answer to his last question, but that was fine. It didn't bother her. There wasn't much to say to response. After all, her answer, like her answer to his previous question, was merely a guess on her part, as to what she would do. That was what she thought, in her heart of hearts. She didn't toss those words around lightly, nor had she spoken them to sound cool or anything like that. She truly meant them. But even if she meant them, even if that was how she felt in her heart, there was still no way to know until or unless the time came when she was forced to truly test that. She hoped that such a time would never come, not for her own sake, but because such a thing would mean that her friends, those she loved, those who meant the world to her were in danger. Yet some little nagging voice somewhere inside told her that such a time would come, perhaps sooner than she might want.<br/><br/>She smiled when he said that morning did seem like a beautiful time of day, hearing her talk about it like that. He then went on to tell her what his favorite time of day was: evening. However, before he finished his reason, he stopped. She had a guess as to why. Was it, perhaps, because he used to spend time with his friends around that time of day? She wondered this, but didn't have the heart to ask. It was obviously hard for him to talk about such things, so she didn't wish to make him struggle any more than he already was.<br/><br/>When she asked her next question, he looked away from her, lowering his face with a blank look on his face, a sad look in his eyes, and a frown on his lips. He told her he couldn't answer and then added that there would never be enough time to do what he wanted, or needed to do, before apologizing for not giving a good answer. She quickly shook her head. "No, I'm sorry. That was a stupid question. I shouldn't have asked," she replied with a small, apologetic smile. She hoped it hadn't completely killed the mood. She really needed to be more careful what she said sometimes.<br/><br/>"Hmm?" she looked from him to the herbs she had next to her when he stepped forward, asking if what she was working on was for Wednesday. Her eyes widened just a little and she stammered a bit, not wanting to lie, but having wanted to keep it a surprise. Before she could answer, he took a step back and thanked her. Her cheeks flushed a light shade of pink and she rubbed the back of her head nervously. "Ummmm... You're welcome," she managed the words, blushing a little deeper when he said that it meant a lot, and that she was a good person. She opened her mouth to respond but no words came out, so she bit her lip and looked down, away from him, scratching her cheek with her forefinger. "Thank you," she replied more timidly than she had ever spoken before. "I just... hope I can help... somehow."<br/><br/>He moved towards the doorway and she looked up, following the movement. "No, that is all I need for now, thank you. And don't worry about it, we can pick it up again later, when you are finished," she replied, managing to smile, no longer seeming as nervous, although she now seemed rather deep in thought as she considered the question he left her with. "Sure," she replied to his statement that she should think it over, before he left.<br/><br/>She stared at the spot where he had been for a few more moments after he had gone, before looking at Cessy, who now sat on her shoulder. "He isn't making this easy for me, is he?" she asked, sighing lightly before she went back to the herbs so that she could finish what she had left to do for now. While she worked on crushing the last few, she thought about his question. It was both difficult to answer, and easy all at once. It was incredibly exciting to think of living in this world, being a part of it. Yet it was also terrifying, as she was merely a human, and this was all far beyond what most humans could even dream of, let alone be a part of. She couldn't use magic, she wasn't strong like they were. Sure, she was smart, brilliant even, and she knew a lot more about a lot of things than most humans, especially those her age. Yet she hardly thought those things were special. Did she really have anything to offer? Could she really be useful? Could she really live in a world of magic? Could she give up her friends and family?<br/><br/>The answer was not easy, nor straight forward. She had always dreamed that a day like this would come, yet now that it was here, she wondered if the choice would be as easy as she had once thought it would be. Could she forsake everything? It wasn't like she was giving up that much, really. She had always felt trapped, out of place, like she didn't belong and she was meant for something more. She wanted freedom, adventure. But it was sad to think that she would never see her family again. As much as they butted heads, she still loved them. Yet, she knew that she could never truly go back. She couldn't forget what she had seen, what she had learned. She could never forget Prometheus.<br/><br/>And still she wondered, what would become of them, if she stayed? If her answer was that she wanted to be a part of his world, would it really make a difference? She would still be human, mortal, and he would still be an elf, immortal. Even being friends with her at all meant inviting inevitable pain, as she would one day be gone. Would there--could there ever be more? That would only end in heartbreak, she knew that. Was it worth it? No, that was a silly thought to follow. At any rate, he would never allow it, she thought. And she shouldn't entertain such thoughts. Why was she thinking such things anyways? She needed to reign her thoughts in, lest she let herself follow those thoughts further down a path she couldn't follow, a path that inevitably ended in pain for one or both of them.<br/><br/>She sighed as she pushed the thoughts away, putting the herbs into separate little containers to store them for now. She then looked at Cessy and then to the stairs. "I need a distraction. What do you say we get some more cleaning done, huh?" she smiled and gathered what she would need before heading up the stairs and beginning by cleaning the halls and more common areas, before working her way through any rooms she could get into.<br/><br/>As she cleaned, her mind thought on his question, on what she would choose. In the end, she came to the conclusion she had known she would arrive at all along. She couldn't choose the life she knew. She already knew that life, what that future held for her. She would go to school, as her parents wanted, become a doctor, love and hate her job, get a house, get married to someone she might love, have kids, maybe a dog, grow old and die regretting that her life had been so boring, regretting the things she didn't do, the people she let go. She may do things that seemed special or great in the eyes of others, but they would never truly seem special to her, not now, nor would they be enough to satisfy her.<br/><br/>She needed more. She needed to know more, to see more, to experience more. And she had the strangest feeling that, once she met his friends, and she was convinced that she would, she wouldn't want to go back. Even now, having only met him, and having only seen Wednesday but never spoken with him, she already felt connected to him, to them. She didn't think she could let that go, that she could turn her back on it. She didn't think she could go back to the life that she saw as a prison, a life that wasn't truly living. No. If she had to choose, she would choose this over her old life. Yes. That was her answer. She would choose to live with them, if such a thing were truly an option.