Emory felt a little bad when he nearly stumbled when she told him it had been a thousand years. She hadn't meant to drop that bomb on him so casually. She'd considered not saying it at all, but thought that he deserved to know the truth, even if it was hard to accept, and from what she could tell, it was hard. Not surprising. She'd be surprised if he'd taken it in stride. Still, he handled it better than she might have expected, as he soon composed himself and continued on. "<span style="font-style: italic">I'm sorry.</span>" She apologized for dropping that on him, before falling silent again, having said all she really had to say at that moment.<br/><br/>When they reached the forest, stepping inside, she felt amazed. Even for someone like her, who was just a human, not attuned to magic as elves were, she could feel it in the air. For most people, it probably would have been absolutely overwhelming. Many probably would have turned and run, not because it was innately terrifying--it was actually rather calming, as though all of your troubles disappeared--but because most people feared what they didn't understand, and magic, this place, were things that no one understood. She found this exciting. It was an adventure, just like she'd always dreamed of.<br/><br/>She didn't miss the soft smile that graced his face, and after she had stopped spinning, her eyes rested on him. She tried not to stare, or to look like an awestruck moron, any more than she already did. She hadn't seen him smile before. It was a small, soft smile, but for some reason it was almost mesmerizing. She wanted to tell him that he should smile more, but given the circumstances, how could she?<br/><br/>His words snapped her from her trance and she shook her head. "<span style="font-style: italic">No. I've always wanted to come. I've tried a few times, but for one reason or another I never end up here.</span>" She explained. "So, ummm...<span style="font-style: italic">Thanks for bringing me.</span>" She smiled She realized that he had skirted her question, but figured he probably had a reason, and even if he didn't, he wasn't obligated to answer, anyways, so she wouldn't press him. At any rate, she thought she'd figure it out soon enough.<br/><br/>She followed when he gestured for her to do so, observing everything as they passed by, looking in awe at things she'd never seen before. There were glowing flowers and mushrooms, ranging from small ones to those they towered over her. The trees were exceptionally tall and old, and many had symbols carved on them. Some even appeared to have doors, although they seemed to disappear when she looked closely. Magic, she assumed.<br/><br/>There were sparkling rocks and animals unlike anything she'd ever seen. They resembled creatures she was familiar with, and yet they were different. They seemed magical, somehow. They moved quickly, likely somewhat disturbed by her presence, but she still caught glimpses of them. From the white deer sporting shimmering silver antlers, to the large black squirrel-like creature with green eyes and a curious swirling white mark on its forehead, to a large, colorful, sparkling bird. It was... amazing.<br/><br/>No doubt her face had a look of awe and amazement. She looked delighted, beyond excited, completely absorbed in this new world. She paid enough attention to keep pace with Prometheus and avoid losing him, but not enough to realize how much time had passed. It felt like she had been here forever, and yet it felt like time stood still.<br/><br/>She looked down at the bridge, which almost looked to be naturally made unless one looked close enough to see that it was carved stone. It was beautiful, as were the stones that lined the creek bed below. She looked up, away from the scurrying fish, as they entered a clearing and before they she could see what appeared to be a house made of trees, all woven together. It was amazing.<br/><br/>Prometheus rushed forward and she could only guess that this had been their destination. She hurried after him, hesitating outside the door for a moment before following him inside. She looked around, taking it all in as she followed after him. Somehow it all almost looked natural, and yet it was obviously magical. She stopped in her tracks, her mouth gaping as she stared up at the bookshelf in the far corner. What she wouldn't do to get to read some of those books.<br/><br/>She snapped from her thoughts once more when he yelled out 'Wednesday.' Was that a person? The one who had inhabited this place, perhaps? Was he a friend of his? She wondered, but quietly climbed the staircase, a few seconds behind him. He paused in front of the door, bracing himself, perhaps?<br/><br/>When the door swung open, she peered out from behind him, seeing the young-looking elf who appeared to be sleeping. He was cute, but in a very different way than Prometheus. He looked innocent, almost like a child. She felt like they must have been friends, the way Prometheus approached him, kneeling down and brushing a leaf from his face. It was very obvious to her that he must care a great deal for the young elf. Oddly, this made her want to help him. But what could she do, really?<br/><br/>She didn't know that she could do anything, really. But hearing his heartfelt words to his friend, she couldn't help but want to. She slowly approached, gathering that he had forgotten her presence entirely. It was mildly disappointing, to be so forgettable, but she couldn't fault him, so she didn't linger on the thought. "Prometheus?" she called to him in a soft voice before placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "<span style="font-style: italic">Do you mind if I take a look at him?</span>" She asked, although she didn't wait for an answer to do just that.<br/><br/>She glannced over him as she stood there, noticing that he was uninjured, breathing, but unconscious, much like Prometheus had been. She doubted he had fallen from the sky, though, considering the lack of a gaping hole in the roof. What, then, had caused his slumber? She didn't know, nor did she think she was any more capable of waking him than she had been to wake Prometheus. Still, her instinct was to assess him, to make sure that, at least, his physical being was okay,<br/><br/>She knelt down and placed a gentle hand on the young elf's wrist, using her middle and forefingers to check his pulse. She knew he must have one, considering he was breathing, but she wanted to fell what it was like. It was sort of slow and weak, as she expected. She then pulled a small light out of her purse, leaned forward, and opened on of his eyes, using the light to check his pupils, then doing the same on the other side. They reacted, so he was probably fine. It should only be a matter of time before he awakened. This gave her some relief, and it showed as she let out a relieved sigh, glancing to the side at Prometheus, studying his features, but saying nothing.<br/><br/>It wasn't like she could guarantee that his friend would wake up, or when. She could say with a reasonable degree of certainty that he would probably wake up, as there seemed to be nothing physically preventing it, but that wasn't a guarantee, as she didn't know what magic may be in play, nor would it offer a time-frame for when he might. All in all, the best she could do was tell him that he was alive and seemed fine, and she thought he probably already knew this. She felt sad and frustrated that she couldn't do anything to help, but tried not to let this show on her face. In case it did, though, she looked away from him, back at the young elf, hoping he would wake up soon, for Prometheus' sake as much as his own.