Prometheus wondered what Emory had said, tilting his head to the side as she continued on in the language he could understand, saying that his choice of animal sounded very much like him. To be honest, he thought it was actually something not like him at all, most of the other members of his tribe always thought his favorite animal might be a dragon or fire drake, or even the elusive Fyrefox. But that was never the case. His childhood pet, Pele, had always been his best friend, and since then that cute little fox-like animal had always been his favorite. Though, talking with Emory now, this was really the first time he'd told anyone besides Wednesday what his favorite was. But, as always, Emory was not judging of him, instead, she went on to say that it sounded cute, and he nodded. She even asked what color it was, which threw him off again, making him wonder if that was her question. But of course, it wasn't, as she continues speaking, saying that she needed to stop asking questions that weren't her actual question. He just smiles a bit more, amused in a way, and nods a little bit.<span style="font-style: italic">"It is confusing to me."</span>He chuckles softly, before just shrugging his shoulders a little.<br/><br/>When she replied to what his question was, he looked at her in interest. So, she really did like animals, huh? He knew right then she would get along well with Wednesday, and if he were still alive...his little brother. He gives his head a quick shake, ridding himself of those thoughts before they had time to set. Right now was not the time for sadness, but for hope. She had given him that much when she'd told him to believe in her, that she would help him. And he would believe in that, and in her. So no...no sadness. No tears. No sad faces. He would make it through this, and she would be his anchor. After a moment though he does make a small comment.<span style="font-style: italic">"You and Wednesday will definitely get along. He does what you do as well, or rather, he did. Letting in stray animals, taking care of them. Even the ones that seemed to be a bit dangerous, he never excluded any of them and treated them all with equal care. I'm sure that he will like you very much."</span>He was surprised to say that she had a fox at one point, remembering a bit of small lore from his home land, from his tribe.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You know...if you were good to the fox...it might come back."</span>His eyes twinkle a little more, as he looks at her intently.<span style="font-style: italic">"If you truly loved that fox, and took good care of it, it will come back. And as something much more than just a simple fox this time. Just wait and see. I think you will be very happy...and so will this fox friend of yours."</span>At the end of his words, he gives a small nod. Yes, he was sure of it. Emory seemed to be a kind enough human, just from the thirty-two hours he'd spent with her. Reaching for more herbs, he wonders what sort of question that she would ask of him next.<br/><br/>He couldn't help but wonder what these movies she spoke of were and held her to her word when she would tell him of them another time. As she thought of another question, he decided to answer the one before that really hadn't counted, just to pass the small minutes between each of their questions.<span style="font-style: italic">"Pele was a light yellow, like silks of corn, and its tail was an even lighter yellow. The markings it had were a dark purple red color and in a swirl design. Its ears were a darker red of this color, and on its face was a sort of...mask, of lines and outlines of circles. It had light brown eyes, and a brown red nose that was dusted with what looked like sparkling dust."</span>He grins again, remembering his small friend.<span style="font-style: italic">"I wonder if it is still alive...That would be...very nice."</span>He then remembers something, and nods a little, more to himself than anything.<span style="font-style: italic">"Also, Firskyr only gets about...this big."</span>He spreads his hands out to about two feet.<span style="font-style: italic">"That is not including the tail or their head."</span><br/><br/>After a moment, Emory then goes on to ask her actual second question. What his favorite color was. For this he just looks at her a moment, wondering... He shakes his head after a second, before answering.<span style="font-style: italic">"I like...the color blue. Not dark blue, but a light, white blue. The blue you see in the shining lights of heaven on a clear night when the stars dance and the snow dusts the ground in a soft blanket."</span>He remembered, back then, he would always be fascinated at looking up into the skies at night during the winter season, eyes drinking in the scene of the ever changing ribbons of lights that danced through the heavens. They moved and danced, swaying through the vast expanse, enticing him and tugging at his heart. It was beautiful, and it reminded him of the soft fires that licked at the hearth of the fireplace of his family home. It also reminded him of the hottest of fire, seemingly so cold, and yet so very hot.<br/><br/>Taking a breath, he gives her one of his looks, before tilting his head a bit. He wanted to know just then, and wasn't sure if she'd take it easy...but he had to at least ask.<span style="font-style: italic">"If you had to sacrifice something dear to you to save someone you loved...what would it be?"</span>He knew it was deep, but at that very moment, the question tugged at his heart. It would also tell him...maybe...just how far she would go to fulfill her promise to him. He wasn't quite sure, but something about her seemed different during those minutes that they were talking. He'd seen the affectionate look in her eyes as she'd looked at him, and it made him wonder, and in a slightly sad way, was she starting to develop feelings for him? Though he knew it was foolish of her to do so, he had not the heart to tell her anything. Instead, he would see how this went...if things got out of hand, if he found that she truly was falling for him, then he would step up, and tell her...though it would hurt, he had to. There was no way that she and he would work.