From what Prometheus could tell by how Emory was acting, her seeing him like this was, in a way, uncomfortable. Just by the change in expression and the way she moved, he had picked up on this, though for what reason he was unaware. Whilst in the FireFox clan, back home, he never really had to deal with the females, as he was one of the warriors of the tribe, fighting and hunting for the entire clan. Romance, courting, and other such things weren't a part of his life, nor were they a part of his thoughts. So for her to act this way, he knew not that it was because she was seeing him with his chest exposed. To him, he felt it was just the way that humans acted in their strange mannerisms, nothing else.<br/><br/>He could not quite make out what she was saying but saw her lips move as she mumbled to herself. Even if he had heard her, he wouldn't have known what she was speaking about. Continuing to stand where he was, a few feet away from Emory, he waited to see what she ended up doing. It didn't take long for her to snap out of whatever she was doing, lost in thought. Or something along those lines. She began to walk over to him, and even though he started to coil up slightly, she moved slowly and carefully. In a way it was calming, making him lose the edge he felt right then, but of course not completely.<br/><br/>As she took the shoes from his hands, she sets them to the side at first, before turning to him once again. What was she going to do now? That question was to be answered quickly enough, as she gestures towards his open shirt, most likely meaning the buttons when she said 'can I'. This was clarified completely when she points to her own jacket with its' buttons, then to his own. He nods in confirmation and permission, standing completely still as she closed the gap between them, and for the first time being this close to each other. It was unsettling to Prometheus when she got near him, fighting the urge to back away from her, to push her hands away as they rose to fix the buttons of the shirt he was wearing. However, he had a strong grasp over his instincts and allowed her to do what she needed. When she did, her fingers happened to brush against his bare skin. Emory would find that to the touch, Prometheus felt warmer than any normal human. In fact, his kind, the Firefox, were higher in temperature than any of the Elven kind, due to their innate affinity to the element of fire, which was said to quite literally exist within their bodies, burning constantly.<br/><br/>He couldn't help but wonder why she stopped when her fingers touched him, but says nothing, knowing no doubt she probably wouldn't understand him anyway. Instead, he remains still, allowing her to calm herself, which did not take all that long. Once more her fingers went to the buttons that lined the shirt he had been made to wear, and in due time she had the cloth buttoned completely, covering his chest. When she turned from him, he tilted his head slightly, narrowing his eyes just a bit as he watched her try to gather her stature again. Was his presence causing her discomfort? That was what he was beginning to think of this situation.<br/><br/>But as she turned back to him, the odd looking objects in her hands, he could now only pick up subtle hints of uneasiness within her as she showed him what each were, saying what he thought might be shoes were actually that. Just...different looking was all. He sits as he was told, watching as she placed the socks first on his feet, then the shoes, lacing them up and tying them in place. For Prometheus, they looked weird on his feet, and definitely felts strange, nothing like the armored sandals he was used to wearing his uniform. He didn't think he'd ever get used to these and ignored once again the urge to do something about it, to take them off and just go barefoot. But of course, he would do anything to get his swords back.<br/><br/>He stood up, shifting from side to side, lifting one foot then the other in an attempt to get used to the encased feeling his feet had, looking up at Emory when she spoke again, asking if he was ready. Prometheus nods, adjusting his scarf slightly. "Yas, im am húrin. Let ammen linne-." The faster he got his swords back, the better he would feel. So, when she made for the door, he quickly followed after her, eyeing the strange device she had slipped into her shoulder bag, wondering what it was but not feeling the need to ask. He steps outside after her, his eyes not knowing where to look first. It was all so new to him, and he began to think he wasn't even on the same planet as he was before.<br/><br/>His head turned, looking in every direction possible, staring at everything that was around him. A few times he nearly froze up as those strange moving metal boxes passed by with a loud noise, and even more so when a human riding a wheeled animal of sorts roared past, making his ears turn back in discomfort, and having to cover them with his hands. More and more, discomfort showed on his face, eyebrows narrowed, and frown on his lips. He made sure to stick close to the Emory girl, she was to take him to his swords, and he couldn't afford to lose her.<br/><br/>As they walked, he would notice that a few things looked familiar. Trees, grass, birds and other animals. But there were more things that he didn't know about than that of which he did. Buildings of different sizes, tall thin naked trees with no branches lined up along a gray solid river-like path, connected with a black rope. He could feel the electricity in the air, and it made the hairs on the back of his neck to tingle. Large gray boxes were placed every so often by the naked trees and at the corners of where some of the river paths merged there were strange objects of red, like a statue of sorts. He didn't know why anyone would have such things, but this was not the world he knew any longer, so the reasoning was beyond his knowledge. There were also houses much like the one that Emory and himself had left, each looking different, each with different designs, and different humans. Speaking of the humans...they were everywhere. On the streets in the boxes, walking down the path he was on or the one on the opposite side of the river-path. In the gardens of the houses, little ones, big ones, old looking ones. Everywhere. But what lacked were Elves. There was not one to be seen, except for himself.<br/><br/>A lot of the humans, when they saw him, started, muttering that strange language underneath their breath. Some didn't even bother to do that much, not caring if it was rude, and pointing at him, speaking loudly. Even though he knew not what they were saying, just by their gestures alone Prometheus could tell that they thought him strange. In appearances, and most likely other ways too. His hands clench into fists, and after a moment small flames could be seen licking at his skin. They weren't large and barely noticeable, but most likely Emory would see them. They were on his arms, on his hands, his neck, edging his face and ears, and even in his hair.<br/><br/>He was quiet the entire walk, despite the evident annoyance and anger he was feeling, and eventually, they reach their destination. A large building stood before them, and even after Emory went inside, Prometheus was hesitant. He froze, the flames going out as he was standing before the door, not sure what to do. He could see Emory on the other side of the clear door, waiting for him to join her, but he wasn't sure. It didn't feel right, nor did it feel safe. The guard from before, the one that had taken his words and had carried him to the house that Emory lived in sat behind a windowed room inside, talking to someone who was already there, who was standing on the other side of the window. But of course, Prometheus didn't know that. His eyes were on Emory, uneasiness in his eyes, and as before, looks at her with an intensity that felt like it would burn someone. Even with his persona as a warrior, this...this was too much.