Prometheus said he didn't have anywhere particular that he wanted to go,  but there were a few places he thought she would enjoy seeing. To herself, she thought that there wasn't much here she wouldn't enjoy seeing. So far, she had quite enjoyed everything she had seen. Though, she was quite certain that there were still many greater things she had yet to see, and plenty of beautiful sights to see. She tilted her head a bit after he said that not many of her kind had been able to lay eyes on the special views here. It wasn't that, however, that made her curious, but what came after.<br/><br/>She wasn't surprised that not a lot of humans had been allowed here, to see the sights, or for other reasons. Still, were humans that bad in their eyes? Sure, there were a lot of humans who were bad. Hell, sometimes humans were the worst monsters out there, but there were more good ones than bad ones, at least she liked to think so. Then again, she didn't know how humans as a whole had been in his time, as history written by humans was unlikely to paint humanity in such a bad light. Regardless, it wasn't entirely baseless. Many humans did abuse the world around them. They sought power and abused that power, preying on the weak in order to make themselves stronger.<br/><br/>She brinked, a bit surprised when he added the latter. Was he saying that she was special? She hoped he didn't think her unkind. Then again, she was certain that he didn't. She wouldn't be here right now if he did. Was she special? How was she special? In what way? She smiled at him and shook her head in response. "<span style="font-style: italic">It's fine. You don't need to explain yourself. Humans are often the worst kind of monsters,</span>" she replied, her eyes seeming distant as she spoke, looking down at her food rather than him, before she snapped out of it and looked up at him. He was looking at her as he sipped from his cup and she wondered briefly what was going on in his mind. What was he thinking about? She let her eyes linger on him for a moment longer before she tore her gaze away and continued eating her food.<br/><br/>"Hmmm?" she looked up, a little surprised by the question. It wasn't as though she was opposed to answering it, she simply hadn't expected him to ask that. Why was he asking such a thing? Was that a normal thing for people in his tribe to ask? Or did he simply want to know for some other reason? Did he...? No. She pushed down her thoughts, reminding herself that it definitely wasn't for that reason. Even if he liked her, even if he thought she was cute, or there ended up being something, some spark between them, it wouldn't work. After all, she was human and he was an elf. She was mortal and he was not. One day she would grow old and die and he would live on for many life times. She knew that. No matter how she might end up feeling, she didn't think she could put him through such heartache. She couldn't let herself entertain thoughts like that, even if that somehow made her feel a bit sad. Why did it make her feel sad?<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">It's fine. You are free to ask me any question you'd like. I'll be happy to answer,</span>" she replied with a smile, falling silent for a moment, getting momentarily lost in the warmth of his eyes, and the smile she was growing rather fond of. "<span style="font-style: italic">As for your question... If you mean romantically, no, I don't,</span>" she replied, shaking her head. She hesitated a moment, wondering if she should ask, not wanting to hurt him by bringing up memories and reminding him of what he'd lost. "<span style="font-style: italic">What about you? Did you have anyone special?</span>" She asked before putting her hands in front of her and shaking waving them. "<span style="font-style: italic">You don't have to answer if you don't want to. I'm sorry if it is too personal, or too soon,</span>" she added, her eyes showing that she truly hoped her question wouldn't bring up any painful memories. She had already gathered that he had a group of close friends, but she wondered if he had anyone... closer?<br/><br/>She guessed it wasn't really her business, but she wanted to get to know him more, to understand him, to be closer to him. He said she could ask him anything, but what was she to ask? She didn't want to bring up anything that might hurt him, so she didn't want to ask about his family, or his friends. She thought for a moment before opting for something less personal, but still somewhat telling. "<span style="font-style: italic">Do you have any hobbies? Anything you enjoy doing? Cooking? Reading?</span>Slaying dragons while still somehow looking incredibly dreamy, perhaps?" she mused, a smile on her lips and a hint of mischief in her eyes. She just couldn't help herself. This question--at least the serious part--would give her some insight into him with at least less of a risk of bringing up painful memories, although there was still a risk, as his hobbies were part of his old life. As she waited, she continued to eat her food, her eyes glancing up at him between bites, taking in his profile as her mind wandered to thoughts she tried to contain.