He had felt...warmth. Unlike any other before, a different fire. It tore his heart into two, but in a good way, how she held him in her arms. His expression saddens even more, and he fought tears harder as she told him that she promised to help, that she would do whatever she could to help. For him not to give up hope, to believe in her. He looked at her as she stood, watching her back as she left the room. Right before she did though, he spoke up, his voice quiet but loud enough for her to hear him.<span style="font-style: italic">"I will."</span>He didn't know why, but he wanted to believe in her. That she would be able to help him, to help his friends. He wanted nothing more than to believe in her promises, in her. In Emory, and her fire.<br/><br/>After following her into the kitchen and asking her his question, Prometheus couldn't help but glance into the bowl that she handed to him, asking him to dry the herbs that were inside, he was curious what she was up to. Each of the items within the bowl to be dried had certain and specific qualities to them, each different from the other. He glances at her, giving her a wondering look, but says nothing, instead nodding quietly. To be honest, he didn't want to get his hopes up, which was why he kept quiet instead of asking her what she was doing, what she was planning on making with these specific herbs. Some he recognized, from his time spent gathering in the woods with Wednesday, who would find much enjoyment with Prometheus just trailing after him holding the basket, explaining the properties and uses for the different things that they picked, showing him where they grew, how long they took, everything. It had made Wednesday so happy to have Prometheus there with him, as even the other Woodlands elves found the young male to be a bit...odd. Prometheus had thought that at first as well, but after a time of traveling with him, Prometheus thought he was just unique, and to him, was an extremely close friend and comrade.<br/><br/>Allowing the warmth flow within him like before when he'd demonstrated to her, he places a few pieces of herbs on to the table with a towel beneath it, drying them out carefully, making sure not to get the heat too close so they wouldn't burn on accident. The scent reached his nose of the drying herbs, and it was a subtle and pleasant one, making his eyes soften and a small smile play upon his lips. Doing this reminded him of his time spent with Wednesday...everything seemed to bring up memories of his friends. He sighs softly and looks up when Emory spoke.<br/><br/>He gives her an apologetic smile, shaking his head.<span style="font-style: italic">"No, I have not, I am sorry to say."</span>Lowering his hand to his side, he wondered what this twenty question was. He guessed that it was something that the humans did, a game of sorts? It was out of the blue, that was for certain, and he definitely had never heard of it before. But he was glad that she'd spoken out, he could use the distraction, quite desperately in fact. Lest he continues to dwell on memories of his old friends and find himself feeling saddened once more. The way she described it seemed interesting enough, and it did seem to be a good way to get to know another person. Fun, and easy, and it didn't seem to be something one felt awkward with.<br/><br/>Prometheus noted the way that she moved, seeing how she leaned against the counter and the way she was watching him...Almost as if calculating him, seeing how he would reply. A smile breaks forth upon his features, and his eyes glitter a little bit, almost as if the smallest of candles had been lit once more within his soul. After a moment, he nods a little bit.<span style="font-style: italic">"Of course, I would like to try this game of yours. It seems easy enough."</span>He grins at her, then crosses his arms over his chest, sitting down in the chair, leaning back casually, both feet on the ground and his knees apart slightly, with his shoulders in a more comfortable position. He looks to her, and thinks...what to ask? Probably something easy first.<span style="font-style: italic">"If it is okay, I would like to try first...just as any question, yes?"</span>He waits for her confirmation, before continuing.<span style="font-style: italic">"How old are you?"</span>She seemed young but at the same time older than a child...which was why he decided to ask that question as his starter.