Emory had expected that she would be considered young in the eyes of an elf. After all, they were immortal, so it made sense that their views on age were different than humans. For humans, they had a very short time to live, so they had to mature faster. It was only natural that they would be considered older at a much younger age than someone who was immortal.  Regardless, he didn't seem to think any less of her for her age, so she was grateful for that, and that was all that mattered.<br/><br/>After she returned the question, asking his age, she couldn't help but think that the somewhat awkward way he responded was incredibly adorable. This brought a smile to her face, one that was somehow different from the other smiles she'd given him. It was a fond smile, her eyes carrying much more affection than she had meant them to. A very faint hint of pink colored her cheeks when he looked up at her and their eyes met. "You're really adorable sometimes, you know that?" she giggled a little to herself. "<span style="font-style: italic">So, that would make you like... a young adult?</span>" she asked, not knowing a great deal about these things, but making a semi-educated guess.<br/><br/>She had stopped working on grinding things now, focusing all of her attention on him as he answered her next question. She was just about done, anyways. When he answered, she gave him a bright smile that carried the same fondness as before. "<span style="font-style: italic">That... sounds very much like you.</span>" She replied after he had finished his explanation. At least, from what she'd gathered about him so far, the little creature sounded very much like something she thought he would like. "<span style="font-style: italic">They sounds really cute.</span>" She added with a grin. She kind of wished she could see one, but she wondered if there were any left? "<span style="font-style: italic">That's a cute name. What color was he?</span>" She asked before shaking her head. "<span style="font-style: italic">I really need to stop asking questions that aren't my questions.</span>" She laughed at herself, a little embarrassed.<br/><br/>She watched as he pulled more herbs out and began to dry them without making any mistakes, while his eyes focused on her and he asked his next question with another of his small smiles, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. She was momentarily distracted from the question, thinking that she hoped she would get to see more of his smiles, and even happier ones. For now, though, she was just happy that he was smiling again, that he seemed to be enjoying himself a little bit. That was all she could ask for right now. "Oh... hmmmm..." she thought about his question, brushing the thoughts from her mind.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">I had a dog when I was a kid. A husky named Elysia, though we all called her Elie. She was pure white, except for a streak of grey along her side, with the prettiest blue eyes.</span>" She smiled gently as she remembered her. "<span style="font-style: italic">She got sick a few years ago and passed away.</span>" She explained before shaking her head a bit. "<span style="font-style: italic">It's okay, though. She was in pain at the end, so I was just glad that she wasn't in pain anymore.</span>" She smiled softly, wiping away the hint of sadness from her eyes and continuing. "<span style="font-style: italic">Besides her, I used to bring in all sorts of furry little creatures. I brought home a wolf pup once. My mother quickly took it away.</span>" She laughed as she remembered this. "<span style="font-style: italic">I brought home a lot of baby squirrels, rabbits, chipmunks, and the likes. Never got to keep them, of course, but I never stopped trying.</span>" She chuckled again.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Oh, and I brought a baby fox home, once. Somehow I managed to convince my mom to let me keep him for a while. Maybe because she really liked the movie <span style="text-decoration: underline">The Fox and the Hound</span>.</span>" She shrugged. "<span style="font-style: italic">I'll explain movies later. But anyways, I got to keep him for a while, but I eventually let him go. I didn't want to. He was so cute and we had a lot of fun together. I loved him. But I knew it wasn't fair of me to keep him. He deserved to be free, not trapped in the city.</span>" She explained, a hint of sadness and nostalgia in her eyes. "<span style="font-style: italic">After that, I stopped bringing animals home. Now all we have is the family cat.</span>" She finished with a small smile.<br/><br/>She tried to decide what question to ask next, but for the moment she didn't come up with anything good, so she decided to just go ahead and ask about his favorite color. Who knows, it might not be what she thought. After all, most people thought her favorite color was red, but it, in fact, something very different. Maybe he was the same? "Hmmm...<span style="font-style: italic">What's your favorite color?</span>" She finally asked, tilting her head a bit as she observed him, a small smile on her face and the same curiosity in her eyes. She was rather enjoying herself. She somehow found it rather easy to talk to him about herself, but the game made it even easier, and it made it easier to ask about him than it would be if she were just randomly asking him questions for no real reason.