When Emory asked if he was alright, he nodded as though he were, but she got the feeling that it was a lie. He didn't seem alright to her. Not that she blamed him, considering all that had happened. Still, she didn't think this was related to the events that had occurred--at least not directly. She couldn't sense whatever he did, but she got the feeling that he was there was something here that he didn't like. Did he feel like something was off? If so, why?<br/><br/>She didn't have answers to this, but she knew that one way or the other, he needed to get his swords back, and in order to do that, he needed to go inside. So she held out her hand to him and was surprised when he reached out to take it, almost instantly. She got a strange feeling, almost like a shock, when his exceptionally warm hand took hers for a moment, before he let go. Why had he let go? Had he felt that, too? She didn't know, but regardless, she led him into the building and he followed this time, albeit seemingly reluctantly.<br/><br/>He didn't seem to pay much attention while she spoke with the guard, but that was okay. He was rather preoccupied with all the technology surrounding them, not saying a word until the man had given her the swords, surprising her by thanking him, in English. It was rather rough and it was pretty obvious that he hadn't spoken the words before, but it was a start.<br/><br/>She grabbed his hand and led him out before he could say anything else. She stopped once they were outside and released his hand, feeling the warmth leaving her fingertips, making the air seem almost cold in its absence. She smiled in response when he bowed slightly before looking into her eyes and thanking her. "You're welcome." she replied sweetly before correcting herself. "<span style="font-style: italic">You're welcome.</span>" She repeated in Elvish. She was glad that he didn't seem quite so wary of her anymore. She didn't expect that he would fully trust her so quickly, but even a small step in the right direction was encouraging. It was nice that, at least, he didn't look like he was going to jump any time she moved anymore.<br/><br/>She couldn't help but smile when he spoke up again, using English words. Like her Elvish, it wasn't perfect, but it was understandable."You catch on pretty quickly. That's good." she smiled before answering his question. "Outside the gates. You probably want to see where you fell, right?" she was assuming, but it's what she would want, if she were in his position. "<span style="font-style: italic">Where you fell before?</span>" She clarified in Elvish, reminding herself that just before he'd picked up a few words didn't mean he'd understand everything she said.<br/><br/>She wasn't quite sure what they'd do after that. She could show him around the city, maybe. Although, she thought that perhaps he would enjoy it more if she showed him around outside of the city walls. She thought that it might make him feel at least a little more at home, and they'd already be outside of the gates, so it wouldn't really be out of the way.<br/><br/>Besides, she'd rather be out there anyways. It was more open, more free. She felt more at home there than she did here. Yes. Perhaps she would show him some of her favorite places outside of the walls. She would show him the city sometime, of course. But perhaps he had seen enough for one day. She didn't want to make his culture shock any worse than it already was. Then again, it'd probably be best to see what he wanted to do, rather than dragging him all over the place.<br/><br/>She waited for his answer on whether or not he wanted to return to that place before she began to lead him there. She almost offered him her hand again, but figured he probably didn't need her to hold his hand everywhere they went. Not that she would mind. For whatever reason, she rather enjoyed holding his hand. Perhaps because it was so warm. Yeah. That was probably it.