Emory managed to finish the book she was reading as the man, or perhaps elf, slept. She probably would have made it at least halfway through another if she hadn't stopped so many times to watch him sleep. He seemed to be completely out. He didn't make so much as a single movement other than the slight rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Likewise, the only sound that could be heard was the faint sound of breathing, although even that wasn't noticeable unless one was really listening. It was rather interesting, but not surprising, all things considered.<br/><br/>Every time she looked at him she found her mind wandering as she wondered who he was, where he'd come from, if he was really an elf. Of course, she had no more answers now than the first time the questions had crossed her mind. All she knew for certain right now was that he was cute. Although that was of little consequence in the grand scheme of things, she certain wouldn't complain about it.<br/><br/>She closed her book, tilting her head and studying his face for a moment. She was about to put the book on the table next to her when his eyes suddenly popped open and he quickly sat up. Because she had been embarrassingly concentrated, the sudden movement startled her and she let out and involuntary squeak, jumping in her seat and only barely managing to avoid falling out of her chair and onto her butt. Her eyes were wide as she stared at him, clearly surprised, until he started to attempt to stand. "I wouldn't--" she began, finally snapping out of her momentary trance, but he tried to stand despite my words, and as expected, quickly sat back down.<br/><br/>She let out a relieved sigh when he returned to his seat, although he soon turned cautious eyes on her and she felt like squirming under the intense gaze. A moment later he spoke up, speaking a language she wasn't familiar with. "Ummm... I don't..." she shook her head, as she put her book to the side. She picked out a few words that she recognized. "You're in my house. You fell, I brought you here to let you rest." She explained, but she quickly realized that he wasn't understanding a word she was saying. He reached for his sword and she puffed out her cheeks as she tried to decide what to do.<br/><br/>"Ummm....<span style="font-style: italic">You're safe</span>. Hmmm... How do you say....<span style="font-style: italic">You fell...</span>" she made a gesture with her hand, as if it were falling from the sky, toward the floor and then pausing for a moment. "<span style="font-style: italic">I am Emory.</span>" she introduced herself as best she could. "<span style="font-style: italic">I won't hurt you.</span>" she shook her head for emphasis as she tried her best to speak the words she'd only read in books. "Not that I'd have much luck if I tried. I mean, let's face it. Just look at you. With muscles like that, I don't stand a chance. And you can take that whichever way you want. Of course, you have no idea what I'd saying and I'm really just talking to myself, but still." she sort of rambled for a minute before shaking her head. "Anyways!<span style="font-style: italic">You hungry?</span>" She asked, making a gesture meant to imply eating, in case her words, or rather her pronunciation, wasn't perfect.<br/><br/>She stood up and held up a finger, disappearing into the kitchen for a minute as she scrounged through the fridge and fixed him a small plate of something she'd made the night before, heating it up in the microwave before bring it, and a glass of water, back to the living room and setting them on the coffee table. "Ummmm....<span style="font-style: italic">Water? Food?</span>" She asked, once again drawing on an incomplete vocabulary of words she'd picked up from the many books she'd read about elves. "Sorry. My Elvish is a little rusty. Or, you know, incomplete, considering it's kind of a dead language. Basically, I suck. But I'm better than most, so that counts for something, I guess." she once again spoke more to herself than him, considering she figured he spoke even less English than she spoke Elvish.<br/><br/>She gestured to the food and water, indicating the he should drink the water, if nothing else. With that she, somewhat cautiously, returned to her seat. "So, I guess that answers my earlier question. You really are an Elf, huh? That's so cool!" she grinned, an excited look on her face before she cleared her throat and reigned in her excitement. "Though, I guess I can't ask you a whole lot of questions right now, considering. And I guess you can't really tell me how you got here, since it seems like you don't even know..." she muttered to herself before shrugging and grinning. "But hey. At least you're still cute. So there's that."