Emory smiled when he talked about Wednesday and his tendency to take in stray animals, saying that he thought that his friend would like her very much. "<span style="font-style: italic">I hope he will. He seems like someone I would really like to meet. So... I hope he does like me, as you say.</span>" She responded with a gentle smile. She had meant her words. She was quite eager to meet him. He sounded like a very nice person, and fun, too. If Prometheus was this fond of him, she thought that he must be. She hoped that he would like her. Him and all of the others, when they found them. They would find them. She believed that, and she wouldn't give up hope. She would keep believing until the very end.<br/><br/>She was surprised by what he said about the fox, telling her that if she loved it and cared for it, it would come back as more than a simple fox, and then they would both be very happy. Somehow, this made her very happy, and her face visibly lit up at the thought. "<span style="font-style: italic">Do you really think so?</span>" She asked with hope shining in her eyes. "<span style="font-style: italic">I hope that's true. That... would make me very happy.</span>" She added with a bright smile and a hopeful look in her eyes.<br/><br/>While she was thinking about what her next question would be, Prometheus spoke up, answering her previous question about the color of his pet. In truth, this was what solidified her choice to ask about his favorite color. She listened closely as he explained what the little creature had looked like in great detail, which she thought showed just how much he had cared for him. "Awwwww...<span style="font-style: italic">He sounds so cute!</span>" she exclaimed after he had finished his description. She gave him a gentle smile in response to his statement that he wondered if the little guy was still alive. She hoped he was, too, for Prometheus' sake. Besides, she would very much like to meet the creature he was so fond of. "<span style="font-style: italic">Wow. I hope I can see one some day!</span>" She responded happily after he told her how small they were.<br/><br/>After she asked what his favorite color was, watching his response, seeing the way he seemed to just watch her for a moment before shaking his head and replying. That... was a little unexpected. She couldn't help but feel somewhat captivated as he explained to her what his favorite color was. After a moment she smiled, the same gentle, fond smile from before. "<span style="font-style: italic">That... sounds like a really beautiful favorite color.</span>" she smiled in response. In truth, that was not so different from her own favorite color. Her own favorite color was also blue, but she would be torn between the turquoise blue one might find in the ocean, or the light blue of the sky. Both were beautiful to her. Both sort of represented freedom to her, as well as a sort of serene, but happy feeling.<br/><br/>His next question caught her completely off guard. It wasn't that she was opposed to answering it, she simply hadn't expected it. Her surprise was evident in her eyes for a moment, but was quickly replaced by a thoughtful look. Rather than standing there and staring at him, she absentmindedly returned to crushing the pieces of root she had in the pestle and mortar, while still facing him. "<span style="font-style: italic">That... is both an easy and a hard question to answer.</span>" she replied thoughtfully. "<span style="font-style: italic">I don't know that there is anything I wouldn't sacrifice to protect or to save someone I love, even if it meant giving up my life.</span>" she responded honestly, falling silent for a moment, obviously thinking.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">For the person I love...</span>" She paused for the briefest of seconds before she continued, not knowing whether or not this was the kind of answer he was looking for. "<span style="font-style: italic">I would give up everything. Including that which is most precious to me... my freedom.</span>" She responded with a sincere, and unusually serious look in her eyes. She was quiet for a moment, observing his reaction to see what he thought, if that was what he was looking for. She couldn't help but wonder why he had chosen that question. She thought he must have his reasons. Perhaps he wanted to know how far she would go to fulfill her promise to him. Or perhaps it was simply idle curiosity.<br/><br/>But then, she wondered... How far was she willing to go? Was she willing to give up everything? Her life? Her friends? Her future? To be completely honest, she wasn't really sure. All she knew was that she was willing to do everything in her power to help him. Both because she made a point to always keep her promises, but also because, for whatever reason, she couldn't stand the thought of letting him down. She wanted him to see his friends again. She wanted him to be happy. She wouldn't call it love. It was far too early to be using words like that. But she was growing fond of him. Perhaps more so than she should. She knew she couldn't let herself fall for him. They were from different worlds. No matter how hard it was, she couldn't let herself feel that way. It wouldn't work. Even if he felt the same way. So why... Why did that thought hurt so much?<br/><br/>She felt that thought weighing heavily on her heart, but she quickly wiped away any sadness that could be seen in her eyes for however brief a moment. She had to stay positive. This wasn't the time for sadness. She wanted him to be happy, to smile, so she had to smile. "<span style="font-style: italic">Right. So, my next question...</span>" she cleared her throat and spoke. '<span style="font-style: italic">If you had to choose between never having to sleep or never having to eat, which would you choose?</span>' was what she probably should have asked. Instead, very different words came out. "<span style="font-style: italic">If you had to choose between happiness or love, which would you choose?</span>" the words came out without think and she quickly shook her head. "<span style="font-style: italic">Never mind. That's a stupid question. You don't have to answer that if you don't want to.</span>" She spoke up quickly, looking down at the pestle and mortar in her hand, a hint of pink on his cheeks and she ground the roots with all her might.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Ummm... Instead, you can just tell me what your favorite food is,</span>" she added the words, forcing herself to look up at him and smile.<span style="font-style: italic">Stupid, stupid, stupid,</span>she told herself in her mind, but refused to show on her face. She reminded herself what what she had decided before. She had to stay happy. She couldn't let things get her down right now. She could worry about them later, when she was alone. Right now, she needed to stay positive, for his sake. She had to smile.