Emory studied Prometheus' reaction to her answer as much as he studied her as she answered. His eyes remained on her the entire time she spoke, not wavering once. His expression was almost unreadable. Almost. His eyes held something of a spark, something like contemplation and wonder. The intense gaze, eyes that held a fire, with undeniable power and strength, might have been unnerving for most. She, however, was simply grateful to see that the fire was still there.<br/><br/>She thought she knew what he was thinking. How could he not be thinking that? It'd be the reaction of most people, certainly someone who had seen as much as he had. "<span style="font-style: italic">I know. It's easy to say that, but there's no way to really know until the time comes when it's put to the test.</span>" She smiled lightly, though the light in her eyes faded just a touch, not noticeably enough for most to see. "<span style="font-style: italic">I can't say I've ever been in a position to test that, although I've been in plenty of situations there I wished more than anything that I could have given my life so that someone I loved could have lived.</span>" She kept the smile on her face, despite the touch of sadness that colored it.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">I guess I can't possibly compare, since I'd be dead if I did... But to me, I think it's easier to give your life for someone you love... knowing that they will live... then to be the one left behind.</span>" She continued, "<span style="font-style: italic">It's hard to give your life for someone... but sometimes it's even harder, I think, to live for them. To keep living even when you don't want to, when it hurts too much.</span>" she looked down at the root, which had been more than sufficiently ground down at this point, her hands clenching so tightly that they were trembling slightly as she fought to retain a modicum of control over her emotions.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">It's quite the conundrum, isn't it? I don't want to lose anyone else... But I also don't want anyone else hurt that way,</span>" She stared down for a moment, knowing in her mind that this had a dual meaning. By giving her life for the ones she loved, she would be making them hurt the way she had too many times. Yet, she still thought it was better than letting them die. To her, it also served as a reminder that she had to keep her feelings in check, because it wasn't just her heart at stake. If she let herself feel that way and somehow her selfish desires came to fruition... one day she would die and he would be left behind.<br/><br/>She shook her head, smiling gently. "<span style="font-style: italic">Anyways. I suppose we won't know until such a time comes, if it ever does.</span>" She then fell silent for a short time before she asked her next question. She saw his brows furrow slightly and she quickly looked down and dismissed the question, unsure of whether or not he'd want to answer. After a moment she looked up, seeing the calm and warm smile he gave her while shaking he head and assured her that it was okay. She smiled in return, relieved that it hadn't been as weird a question as she thought. She tilted her head as he answered with sparkling eyes, saying that he would choose happiness. Her eyes focused on his green eyes, clearly thinking about his response.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">I guess I've never thought of it that way. I always thought that true happiness found its roots in love. That doesn't mean love it always happy, or easy. Sometimes it's the hardest, most painful emotion there is... But even so, I have always felt that the greatest happiness, just like the greatest sadness, sprouts from love.</span>" she replied before smiling again, "<span style="font-style: italic">But perhaps... You are right.</span>She added, wondering to herself which was really true. Or perhaps both were true. Maybe this was just like the chicken and the egg. Who knows.<br/><br/>He went on to answer her second question, which she had hastily asked in case he didn't want to answer the last one. She chuckled, her eyes regaining their previous light. "<span style="font-style: italic">I suppose that makes sense. Woodland elves don't eat meat, right?</span>She asked, thinking that she'd read that somewhere. Even if she hadn't, it made sense. "<span style="font-style: italic">Also, I really need to stop asking you two questions every time. That's not really fair, is it?</span>" she asked, chuckling a little.<br/><br/>She took the bowl of herbs he had finished drying and set them next to the pestle and mortar, transferring the ground root into another small bowl and then placing some of the herbs in the pestle, turning back to him and beginning to ground them as he asked his next question. Her favorite season? "<span style="font-style: italic">Hmmm... I like all of them. I think that they're all beautiful in their own way,</span>" she began, contemplating as she worked before looking up at him and smiling, "<span style="font-style: italic">Spring is my favorite. After a long winter, it's like the world is waking up again, like it's coming back to life. The flowers are blooming again, new life is beginning. It's like a fresh start. The world is alive, colorful, and bright.</span>" She nodded, smiling a bit more brightly again.<br/><br/>She continued grinding the herbs, thinking about what her next question should be. "Hmmmm.<span style="font-style: italic">What do you like most about yourself?</span>" She asked, deciding to try different type of question this time, curious to hear what his answer was.