The dream ended all too soon, and Prometheus' eyes opened slowly. He sat up, stretching his arms above his head, sighing softly. The first thing he did was take off the clothing that Emory had given him for their trip to the guard station, and instead, pulls on the form fitting black tank top and slightly loose black pants that had first covered his body when arriving, and of course kept the red scarf around his neck. He took his piercings out, placing them on the bed side table. The second thing he did was look to the bed that was across from his, finally realizing and a bit surprised and to see that it was empty, and Emory was nowhere to be seen in the room. A sudden sense of worry washed over him at the absence of her presence, worry that she'd wandered off and gotten herself lost, hurt, or worse. An urgency to find her rushed through him, and he gets up off the bed, his mind focused on only one thing.<br/><br/>Finding her.<br/><br/>Why he was so worried about her, this human, someone he had not known for long, was a bit confusing. Maybe it was because she'd helped him so much. Maybe it was because she was the first person he had met since waking up in a strange land, and the kindness she had shown him was something he so desperately needed, especially after having been in such a terrible war and going through that devastating event...or yet again, maybe it was just that she was really the first person he'd come into contact with, and he was taking advantage of that, her friendship was a must with a horrible set of memories like his own. And then, maybe it was all of the above.<br/><br/>Whatever it was, even if he couldn't quite figure out what IT was, he had to find her. He couldn't tell how long he'd been asleep, as the daylight in the forest seemed to always be the same except for sunrise and sunset, where the skies were the most beautiful. So for all he knew, it could be the middle of the afternoon, though he doubted he had slept THAT long. Shaking his head, he crosses the room, opening the door and leaves, making sure to close the door behind him.<br/><br/>Right as he steps out into the hallway, he picks up on the scent of food, wafting down from the direction of the kitchen downstairs. Was that Emory? He hoped so, that would mean that his worry was for naught. He turns and heads in that direction, though the look of needing to find Emory was not entirely vanished from his green eyes, a tiny frown tugging on the corner of his lips, and the tips of his pointed ears back slightly. It was strange how the Elves could express themselves, even with just the slightest of changes in their facial features, and even their ears.<br/><br/>Going down the stairs, his eyes widen, and he felt a cooling wave of relief flood through him as he saw Emory, leaving the kitchen, no doubt to come see him. He sighs softly, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again, and stepping toward her, giving her a smile. Reaching up, he places his forefinger and middle gently between his eyes on the bridge of his nose, before moving them away in an outward arch in a gesture towards Emory, pointing his fingers at her, and gazing at her intensely.<span style="font-style: italic">"Good to see you."</span>It was a traditional way of saying hello or good morning, or really any kind of greeting in the elven world.<br/><br/>His eyes glance to the kitchen, and he smiles a bit more, eyes glimmering a bit.<span style="font-style: italic">"You made food?"</span>He skirts around her and heads into the room, and sure enough there was freshly made food sitting there, and it smelled pretty good. Though to be honest the way she made it looked a bit different, as of course, human and Elven food dishes were not the same. However, that did not mean he wasn't willing to try it, and reaches forward, picking up a bit of it with his forefinger and thumb, placing it in his mouth. It tasted...good. He turns to Emory and gives her a nod.<span style="font-style: italic">"This is good. Did you use the food from the cellar?"</span>He was sure that Wednesday wouldn't mind, especially when it meant that someone was staying healthy. He, Prometheus, didn't really need to eat too often, once a week was sufficient, but that didn't mean he didn't like a good meal here and there.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Today would you like to go out in the woods?"</span>He gets a cup of water, seemingly knowing where everything was located in the room. Sitting down at the small table that was set up, instead of going into the dining room, he looks to Emory, watching her every movement, and noticing that the little baby Ceskypin was with her. Of course, it would be, it chose her as its new mother...<span style="font-style: italic">"If you wish to do something else, that is okay with me, just let me know if you ever desire to go out and see a bit of the sight. I'm sure that Wednesday would like to show you a few things, so I won't really take you too many places. But even so...I am sure you will want to get out for fresh air soon enough."</span>He sits back, and takes a drink, waiting for a reply.