He blinks, staring at her. Only nineteen? Yes, that was indeed young, especially in the eyes of an elf. A small chuckle escapes his throat, and he nods at her question.<span style="font-style: italic">"Yes, that is very young."</span>In the eyes of an elf, that age was just a baby, an infant. Even so, he didn't think any less of her because of this. He knew that the human race didn't live all that long, and if he remembered from the stories that he had heard from the travelers in the FireFox tribe, humans at this age were already considered adults. At that point, he had considered it strange, as he'd never really had much contact with any humans before. In all honesty, Emory was the first human he'd actually conversated with and interacted with as much as he was now. And from what he was told, he agreed that she acted quite mature.<br/><br/>She continues on to ask how old he was, and he blinks. Was...that her question? After this she seemed a bit tripped up, speaking out and asking if that counted as her question, stealing the words out of his mouth, or rather, his mind since he was half thinking of asking, yet at the same time half thinking he should just go with it. Instead, he decides to answer, but let her ask another question as well.<span style="font-style: italic">"If you must know..."</span>He glances away, feeling suddenly awkward right then. And old. Very...very...VERY old.<span style="font-style: italic">"I'm uh...four..."</span>A faint red flush forms on his cheeks as he scratches his jaw lightly with the tip of his finger.<span style="font-style: italic">"Four hundred and twenty-one..."</span>He pauses, staring at the floor before daring to glance up at her face, to see what she would say or do, or at least her facial reactions. Even in his race, that age was nothing. Breaching two hundred only gave one teenager status, and his age was considered 'young adult'.<br/><br/>After a moment, he takes a deep breath, happy that the conversation had moved on to Emory's actual question. His favorite animal. Did he really have one? He glances up a little, tapping his chin in thought. "Hmmm..." This was a tough one, he never really thought about having a favorite animal. But after a moment of thinking, he finally speaks up.<span style="font-style: italic">"Firskyr."</span>He then realized after a moment she probably wouldn't know what they were, so thought a little longer, trying to figure best how to describe them.<span style="font-style: italic">"They are...like small fox of sorts, with a curly tail, and are usually the color of fire...and they are from my homeland. They have amazing unique designs, none look the same. They're really friendly and very loyal. They're not as powerful as a Fyrefox, but much easier to take care of..."</span>He gives her a smile.<span style="font-style: italic">"I had one as a pet once. Its name was Pele."</span><br/><br/>As he sat there, he casually pulled out more of the herbs, laying them out like the ones before, drying them out as he thought of another question to ask. His second one. Bringing up the topic of a favorite animal had made him choose, thus making him think of a pet from his childhood...so, after a moment passes, he speaks up, his eyes focused on Emory, but not making any mistakes in his side task of drying out the plants.<span style="font-style: italic">"Have you ever had any pets, and if so, what were they?"</span>He looks at her with that same small smile, a bit of curiosity in his eyes. He was definitely finding this little game they were playing a lot easier than just flat out telling about himself, or having to ask her to talk about herself as well.