He didn't know when she had come to his side, nor when she'd put her arms around him, but when he finally had calmed down, Prometheus noticed that Emory was with him in the room, holding him in a comforting manner. He blinks softly, reaching up and patting her forearm softly, not quite sure what to say. No doubt she'd seen him, but for the longest time he hadn't even realized that he was crying, it had just happened. The tears had simply started pouring from within, as if from his very soul. He'd been holding them in the entire time, and the moment they had the chance to be set free, they simply broke forth from deep down. And he let that happen. He didn't know what would happen if he'd tried to sustain them any longer, to hold them back.<br/><br/>But, for the time being, he was finally calm. Taking a deep breath, he reaches up and wipes away the tears from his cheeks with one of his hands, his other still holding tightly to the picture frame.<span style="font-style: italic">"Thank you..."</span>He murmurs, glancing to the side at Emory, and even with a tear stained face he somehow looked beautiful, in his own way. The tears that remained glistened in the moonlight, shimmering like tiny specks of diamond dust, the green of his eyes seeming...brighter somehow. More like precious jewels than the iris of an eye.<span style="font-style: italic">"I am okay now."</span><br/><br/>He stands up, releasing himself from her embrace, the warmth leaving the both of them after a short while. Taking a deep breath, so he would become completely calm, he lets it out slowly from his lungs, looking out the window at the moon that could be seen through the window located over Wednesday's bed. Maybe that was why the young wood elf had chosen to put his bedroom here? It was the perfect spot for both the sun and the moon to filter through, lighting it up perfectly. Yes...that would be just like him.<br/><br/>Walking slowly over to the doorway, he gestures for Emory to follow, and once they were both out of the bedroom he closes the door behind them, his hand lingering on the knob for a few seconds before he lets go of it. In his hand was still the picture, held against his chest. He didn't quite want to put it down just yet.<span style="font-style: italic">"It is still quite late...If not sleep, let us rest."</span>He gives Emory a look, before heading down the hall, though instead of going down the stairs turns to open another of the doors on the second floor.<br/><br/>Inside was another bedroom, this was a bit smaller than Wednesday's bedroom but big enough to put two beds in it, one on either side of the room, pushed against a wall, and in between them was a window, a stand, and a small scale tree, shaped to look like the one they were in, with tiny windows, doors, even the land around them including the river and the stone bridge. It had a latch on the side, and if pulled, it opened to reveal rooms on the inside, miniature in scale and perfect in depiction. It was amazing, the detail that every little piece of furniture had, lights, rugs, even tiny books that could open and had pieces of paper with writing on them.<br/><br/>Other than that decoration, and a couple of paintings on the walls, that was about it. Prometheus sits down on one of the beds, sighing softly, scooting back on the covers so that his back was leaning against the wall. He would wait until Emory was asleep before he tried to. Though at the point when she had and was no longer awake, he did not realize, because he had dozed off as well. His body slumps to the side, laying down on the bed, the picture face up on the bed, his fingertips lingering on it, as he slept. Earlier he'd napped, but not like now, a deep, much-needed sleep.<br/><br/>He didn't even feel as the sun slowly began to creep into the room, warming his cheeks as he continued to sleep. The expression he had was almost innocent, the youth of elves evident on his facial features. Yes, he might be a grown man, and beyond that even, he looked so lively. Immortal indeed, that was what they were. Except of course when magic was in factor. That was the only way to really kill an elf. His mind was calm as he slept on, a small smile on his lips as he dreamt of his friends, back in the days that he remembered, together...