Emory nodded when he hoped that the moment never came when that was tested. She hoped that it never did, but more because she didn't want those she loved to be in danger. She wasn't really afraid to die. She feared more the thought of losing yet another precious person. It was not until his words continued that she second guessed this. Was that... really true? Did he really think that she was a special light? That... She didn't know how to feel about that. She felt more conflicted than she should have. She was happy that he felt that way, truly. Yet hearing those words, she had to fight to remind herself that he didn't mean anything like that. Still, the kindness and sincerity in his eyes was obvious and she was grateful for it. "<span style="font-style: italic">I don't know about that. But I'm glad you think so.</span>" She replied with a somewhat bashful smile, a hint of pink on her cheeks.<br/><br/>She watched him as she answered his question about her favorite season. He didn't seem surprised in the least, instead telling her that if<span style="font-style: italic">somehow</span>Wednesday wakes up, she should ask him to show her his gift. She tilted her head curiously as he told her to mention turning time and he would know what she meant. Was that related to what he had done to them? Or was it different entirely? She didn't know, but she nodded with a smile when he promised that she wouldn't be disappointed. "<span style="font-style: italic">Alright, then. I'll be sure to do that.</span>" She agreed, taking his word for it and looking forward to when that time would come.<br/><br/>After she asked what he liked most about himself, Prometheus seemed to freeze, a blank expression on his face as she stared at the floor. She could see how tightly he was gripping the counter by how white his knuckles were. She knew then that the question must be a hard one to answer. Somehow, she hadn't thought it would be easy for him, despite the fact that she thought that there were a lot of things to like about him. She didn't even know him that well yet and she already liked him. There were already several things about him that she was fond of. Still, somehow, she'd gotten the feeling that he wasn't one to really see many of those things in himself.<br/><br/>Instead, he told her that his friends were the things he liked most about himself. As he went on, she couldn't help but feel simultaneously happy and sad. Sad because she hated that he had felt that way in the past, that he hadn't liked himself, and also because she wondered if he might feel that way again in their absence, especially after he began his answer with a statement about how there wasn't much he liked about himself right now. Happy because he had found friends who he cherished, but most importantly, cherished him, and taught him to love himself. She was also happy that he had opened up to her about these things.<br/><br/>She smiled gently, kindly, when he seemed as though he were going to try to give another answer, but then he couldn't, giving her an apologetic look. "<span style="font-style: italic">It's okay. If that is your answer, then that is your answer.</span>" She replied with an understanding look. "<span style="font-style: italic">I will say, I think that there are a lot of things to like about yourself. I hope you will be able to see them and remember them soon. For whatever that's worth.</span>" she added with a gentle, somehow sweet smile.<br/><br/>They then moved on to his next question. "<span style="font-style: italic">Let's not make it easy for me.</span>" She replied in a joking manner once he had finished. "<span style="font-style: italic">It's fine. I will answer.</span>she shook her head, not really needing to think much about the answer. "<span style="font-style: italic">I would say that it depends on the person, at least to some extent. For someone I don't know, I don't think I would go to as great of lengths as I would for someone I loved, but I would still go to great lengths. I would do whatever was feasibly within my power to do, maybe even more. If we are being honest, I may even go to the ends of the earth. I really have a hard time turning down people in need. My parents always tell me I go too far, but I don't see how it's ever wrong to help someone.</span>" she explained, shrugging at the latter.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">For someone I care for, no matter how long I've known them, I wouldn't hesitate to go to the ends of the earth and even beyond. I would do anything I possibly could and then keep searching.</span>" she answered truthfully, pausing for a moment. "<span style="font-style: italic">And for the one I love... There is no where I wouldn't go. There's no mountain I wouldn't climb, no ocean I wouldn't swim, no challenge I wouldn't face. There is nothing I wouldn't do. I would go to the depths of hell and fight Satan himself if that is what it took.</span>" she replied honestly, her eyes showing her sincerity. To be quite honest, they showed something else, too, a fire she didn't even realize she had. They showed a willingness to do anything. Literally anything, if it meant protecting the one she loved.<br/><br/>She wondered if he would wonder where he fell in that. She could say with certainty that he fell into the second category. Even though she'd only just met him, she was quite fond of him. She already cared for him a great deal. She could already tell that there wasn't much she wasn't willing to do to help him, and she had a feeling that he would quickly become someone precious to her. Someone she was willing to do anything for. In fact, there was no doubt in her mind of this.<br/><br/>Even though she'd already answered his first question, she went ahead and answered the second question, too. "<span style="font-style: italic">As far as my favorite time of day... I probably prefer mornings. I think there are good things about each parts of the day, but I've always been a morning person. I like to get up before the sun, while the world still sleeps, and go running. It's just so peaceful, so quiet and still. It's easier, I think, to enjoy the beauty of the world in the stillness of the morning. And then you get to watch the world wake up and come alive.</span>" she answered honestly, smiling as she did.<br/><br/>She then switched out the herbs for a new batch, putting the ground ones into a separate bowl, while thinking of her next question. "<span style="font-style: italic">Alright. This one might be a little weird for you, immortality and all... But if you were going to die today, in say... the next few minutes... and you could only say or do one more thing before you died... what would you do?</span>" She asked, tilting her head curiously. "<span style="font-style: italic">Sorry. That's probably a bit too much, huh? If you don't want to answer that, how about if you had the whole day? What would you want to do then?</span>" she asked, putting aside the pestle and mortar again, curious to hear his answer, and to watch his reaction.