He knew she had been watching him as his eyes turned first to the mountain, and then to the forest, but he said nothing of it. In fact, even if she had asked about what was on his mind, what he was thinking, he would have stayed quiet, keeping his thoughts to himself. But she did not ask, nor did she say anything else until she led him over to the spot where she had found him after he'd landed from his descent from the heavens. Unlike any normal human, who have died upon impact, his body had remained intact. He had been sore of course, but it had quickly vanished, as Elves healed miraculously fast. Even a fall that would have killed someone only caused minor damage to one with a body as his own.<br/><br/>But that was not the issue right now, nor was it the point of coming to this spot. He was looking for answers. Anything at all, any hint as to what had happened to him, any clue as to why this was going on. He should be dead right now, he'd seen the light that had swallowed him, that harsh, bright and yet dark light, that energy of evil...he knew he had succumbed, and yet, somehow he had managed to open his eyes again. Though, when he had done that...he'd awoken to a place he did not know. There were places that he remembered, but as to what the city in the walls was called, or how much time had passed since then...was a mystery in itself.<br/><br/>Walking over to the spot, he kneels down next to the area where the grass was pressed down just slightly. Here and there, in the spot, there were pieces of grass that seemed to be slightly burnt, the tips of the blades scorched and withered. Narrowing his eyes, a small frown plays upon his lips as he stares at where his body had made the touchdown. He could just slightly pick up some sort of distorted energy rising from the earthy soil, a faint trace of magic. Time magic? Transportation magic? Something like that. Even though he could use magic, that sort of thing wasn't his specialty. He was a fire wielder. This was beyond him and his abilities. Reaching down he touches the ground, closing his eyes for a moment, and letting out a soft breath. Just because he couldn't use that sort of magic, didn't mean he was useless. He had other abilities, and tracing was one of them.<br/><br/>But even the woven mana threads that had been wound to cast such a spell were barely visible, having faded quickly after finishing what it had been meant to do. However, they were there, and that meant someone had done this to him. He was one step closer to figuring this out, even though it was only a half step forward. His fingers grasp onto a couple stalks of grass and he pulls them up, opening his eyes to watch them as he let them go, drifting away in a soft gust of wind. "Care- tye haviey nur, Emorime?" He turns his attention to her, standing up after a moment. His eyes drift over to the forest once more, a kind of sad look in his bright green eyes. "Haviey tye voro aut- a nur?" He pauses, then shakes his head, crossing one of his arms over his chest. "Neiver ore." He sighs softly, before finally deciding to put the belt around his waist again, tired of carrying his swords in his arms. Besides, it felt better like this.<br/><br/>He then points to the trees, though his gaze was pinned on Emory. "Care- tye mére- ana linne- ana i taurë? Ni have qua ni mére- ana chaeick." To be honest, he hoped that she would go along with his request and say yes. Even if she hadn't, he would have gone by himself. He was a grown man and a warrior on top of that. He didn't need a woman at his side to go to the forest of the wood elves, let alone a human one. Yes, it would have been nice if she came, but it didn't mean he needed her there with him. He takes a step in that direction, and after a few minutes were passed he turns, heading towards the forest, whether she decided to come with him or not.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">"Do you have friend, Emory?" <br/>"Have you ever lost a friend?" <br/>"Never mind..." <br/>"Do you want to go to the forest? I have something I want to check."</span>