Emory didn't know why, but she felt an inexplicable sadness when he said he didn't think he would ever find love. That... was really sad. Although, she wasn't entirely certain if it was just because the idea that someone, especially someone she had come to care for, thought they would never find love, or if there was more to it, including the reminder that, as a human, she never stood a chance. She did her best to hide this from her features, but she was certain that at least a flicker of that sadness would be reflected in her eyes. "<span style="font-style: italic">For the record... I hope you're wrong. I hope you do find love.</span>" She replied, leaving it at that, deciding it was best to keep the rest of her thoughts to herself, as she felt conflicted enough about them without sharing that with him.<br/><br/>She pouted a little when he didn't bother to tell her what his words had meant, instead only giving her a teasing smile and that same smoldering look. "Uggh." she crossed her arms in front of her, putting them on the table and laid her forehead on them. "<span style="font-style: italic">You really are confusing.</span>I don't know what to do...when you look at me like that." she spoke more to herself than to him, although it was loud enough for him to hear, if only barely. Her hands squeezed her arms gently for a moment before she forced them to relax, sitting up and shaking her head, reminding herself that it probably meant nothing. He was probably just teasing her, enjoying her reaction. There was no reason for her to get so worked up. She took a deep breath and focused on answering his question about things she liked.<br/><br/>Her smile returned when she talked about the things she liked, and he went on to say that she seemed to like a lot of things, to which she nodded. She did like a lot of things. She disliked quite a few things, too. More than three, that was for sure. The smile faded as quickly as it had come when he answered her question about what he didn't like. War. Death. Of course he would dislike those things. She did, too. The last one, however, was a bit more surprising, although it, perhaps, should not have been.<br/><br/>She didn't like time, either. Time hastened them ever closer to the end of their life, towards death. Yet, perhaps that was the beauty of life. People often hated growing older, just as they feared death. But perhaps knowing that your life would one day come to an end gave life more meaning. If your time is limited, you focus more on the beauty of life, on living life to its fullest before you die. It ws because of death that life had meaning. But if you never died, then she guessed you would look at life differently.<br/><br/>She'd never really thought about it before. Humans often glorified immortality, but of course there were downsides, too. To live forever, watching as people live and die, as seasons change, kingdoms rise and fall, the world changes, and yet you always remain, unchanged. It must be hard. "<span style="font-style: italic">You have nothing to apologize for.</span>" She replied with a gentle, understanding smile. "<span style="font-style: italic">I'd never really thought about it before, but I imagine that would be hard.</span>" She replied before finishing her plate of food and following him to the sink, placing her own plate and cup in the sink with his, watching the magic work for a moment before looking to him when he spoke.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Ummm... Well, I had some herbs and stuff that I wanted to set out to dry. Otherwise, I can help do some more cleaning, if there is anything else that you want to do now. Everything else can wait. until later.</span>" She replied. She didn't tell him what she wanted to dry the herbs and such for, as she thought it best to keep this to herself. She hoped he wouldn't ask, as she didn't want to lie to him.