As he remained in a guarded position, he stares at her when she began to talk. Her words were strange, foreign to her. What was she saying? Through narrowed eyes, he watches her with caution. For all that he knew the female was saying some sort of threat, and he wasn't about to take the risk of lowering his guard around her, a human. They were not to be trusted. Even more so than the Lurkers. The Lurkers motives had been clear, concrete. Humans on the other hand...they were so fickle with their thoughts and choices that it was impossible to know what they were planning and plotting, and in the Elvish community, they had all been taught to keep them at an arm's length. Or even further than that in some cases.<br/><br/>She looked frustrated, as she tried her best to get him to understand what she was saying. His eyes widen slightly when she began to speak Elvish, albeit it was choppy and rough, proof that it wasn't really a language she understood. However, as she went on, saying that he was safe, that her name was Emory, that he'd fallen, and that she wouldn't hurt him, he loosens his fists slightly. He knew that he'd fallen. From where he knew not, but that was not the point right at the moment. After getting the initial introduction out, the girl called Emory switches back to the language he knew nothing of, and he just stared at her as she babbled on. What was she getting at?<br/><br/>Remaining quiet, he could only look at her as she scrambled for things to say, for things to do. After a moment she suddenly stands, and like before he gets into a defensive position, guarding himself, but it had not been necessary. She asked him if he was hungry, making a gesture of eating food. Or at least, that was the gist she was trying to get across. He wasn't so sure as to what she was up to, eying the finger she'd put up not knowing it meant one moment, so kept quiet, not saying anything in response, watching as she scurried from the room that they were in, going to another part of the house.<br/><br/>He could hear her rummaging around in the other room but ignores that after a moment. Now that she was gone, he takes the initiative to look around, his eyes taking in more details of the place he was in. Yes, it was definitely strange. There were many objects that he could not name, nor recognized. A large strange black rectangle stood near the wall, as well as a few boxes. There were bright candles that burned without a flame, and when he reached out to touch it, his finger touched a hard surface. It was warm to the touch, but there was no fire to make it glow like it was. What was this strange sorcery?<br/><br/>Climbing from the weirdly shaped bed he'd found himself lying on upon waking, ignoring the twisting of his gut and the pounding in his head. Using different things as a sort of crutch, he slowly made his way around to the back of the 'bed', looking around himself, even more, wondering just where he was at. He didn't remember any sort of things like this back where he'd been. He could see just slightly out a large square-shaped spot cut out of the side of the wall, and through it, he saw even more strange things. Large metal boxes in the oddest of shapes, rolling around on round wheels of some black and gray material. This was definitely not the world that he'd fallen asleep to, that was for sure.<br/><br/>When she came back into the room, carrying a plate of strange smelling food and a glass of what looked like water, he was standing by the window, having been entranced by what was outside. She sets it down on the low table, his eyes following the movement of her hands, and as she spoke he looked to her face. So, he was right in thinking it was food that she'd brought to him, and water. But WHAT that food was, one could only tell. To his heightened sense of smell, it gave off a strange odor, tingling the insides of his nose, and making his eyes sting ever so slightly. There was the hint of spices, which was probably what was giving it such a strong scent, or at least that was what he would guess.<br/><br/>He stepped forward, not moving his eyes from her, his gaze intense. Cautious, careful, calculating, he freezes as she began to speak, in his mind, nonsense once again. Only when she stopped did he begin to walk towards the back of the couch once more, skirting around to the front, watching as she gestures to the water. However, he doesn't take any steps towards what she'd brought in, not at first anyway. After a moment had passed, the girl sits down in the chair he'd first seen her in, and she was watching him just as intently as he was watching her. As she did, more rambling came from her mouth, sounding like a jumble of noises to him, a bunch of unknown syllables, but her tone gave away that she truly meant what she'd said earlier. She meant him no harm.<br/><br/>With that in mind, he takes a seat once more on a cushion, reaching towards the glass of water, and bringing it towards him. For a moment he just looks into it, before bringing it up to his lips. However, before taking a drink he sniffs at it, to make sure no hints of poison or anything like it lingered in the contents. After confirming that there was indeed nothing to be worried about, he takes a sip. It tasted funny, and he squints his eyes, scrunching his nose up a bit, but drinks all of the water she'd given him. She spoke again, not even realizing that she was calling him cute, oblivious to this compliment.<br/><br/>After he'd finished, he sets it back down on the small table and looks to her. She told her his name, so he might as well let her know his. Common courtesy. Elves weren't a rude race and were known for their manners. At least, for the most part. "Prometheus. Ni am Prometheus. I na- mime esse. Tye are. Emorime?" Prometheus wasn't sure if she'd be able to understand him, as she seemed to not be able to speak Elvish that well. And he knew nothing of the human language. It wasn't something that the Firefox tribe thought necessary to learn since they had next to nothing to do with interaction in that line of the race. Of all the Elvish tribes, Prometheus' kind, the Firefox, was the most cautious, trusting no one but their own kind. It took a lot of hard work and time for one to get a Firefox to trust them and open up.<br/><br/>Since Emory had offered him food, Prometheus hesitantly reaches to the plate that she'd brought in for him. Picking it up, he does like with the water, sniffing at it for anything deadly, but doing so made his eyes sting even more due to the strength of the aroma that the food gave off. Dipping one of his fingers into it, he brings it to his lips, licking it off with the tip of his tongue. He blinks, surprised by the flavor. It was oddly good, despite the pungent smell it gave off. Using his fingers, he eats in a surprisingly clean fashion despite eating with his hands, and eats a good amount of the food, setting the plate down once he'd finished.Bowing his head to her slightly in a respective manner, he speaks again. "Ni thank tye an sina delicious póre. Ni am grateful ana tye."<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Translation: I am Prometheus. That is my name. You are...Emory?<br/><br/>I thank you for this delicious meal. I am grateful to you.</span></span>