He'd completely forgotten that Emory was even there in the house with him, as he'd been so focused on trying to find Wednesday. When she spoke up, saying his name to get his attention, Prometheus was a little surprised at first, glancing over his shoulder at her, before finally registering what was going on. He hadn't meant to wipe her from his mind for those few minutes, it had just happened from his intense longing to reach his friend. She then asks if she could take a look at him, and he knew that even if he'd not responded, most likely she would have done so anyway. He gives her a quick nod, shuffling to the side but not leaving Wednesday's, allowing her to move in close to the young sleeping elf.<br/><br/>With careful eyes he watched her kneel down next to Wednesday, first looking him over with just her eyes. Even though she was human and there was no way she could see magic traces, or wake him with just her will, Prometheus was surprised at how she was trying to help. No doubt she knew that there was not much she could really do, and yet here she was, checking to see if his friend was okay. It was a relief slightly, seeing her like this, marking yet another notch in the proverbial stick of progress towards his trust.<br/><br/>Prometheus was pretty sure that physically Wednesday was alright, it was just the fact that he was laying there, deep in slumber. He had a feeling that the young elf was like this due to some magic that he had performed, as the spell he'd traced back in the grassy fields had touches of Wednesday's aura within it. He had no doubt in the least that the woodlands elf had saved him, and in return, the spell had saved his own body, the repercussions being having himself falling asleep. Which made him think...did that mean he had managed to save the others? All their other friends? He hoped that was the case, and once Wednesday woke, that would be one of the first things he asked of the other.<br/><br/>Following her visual check, Prometheus viewed as she then checked for a pulse. Wednesday was indeed alive, albeit his pulse was extremely slow, his chest barely rising and falling with breath. However, the aura of life flowed from him, thought slowly in moving, it was there. She seemed to pick up on a heartbeat, confirming this assumption and calculation that he had made in his mind, but was surprised when she pulls out a strange looking light thing, pulling his eyelids apart to shine it in his eyes. The pupils dilate just slightly, giving reaction to life, but when she releases the lids they shut once more. She repeats the process, and it was the same with the other eye. She seemed to be relieved, a soft sigh was heard coming from her as she leans back a bit.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"He is alive...but he is asleep. It was probably magic, most likely a spell he cast himself. I am for sure that it was him that saved me, and brought me to this time."</span>He slowly stands up, though leans over and picks Wednesday up in his arms. Though this was his bedroom, Prometheus didn't want Wednesday to lay in the dirt and leaves that had gathered while he'd been asleep this whole time. Glancing over at Emory, he motions with his head and shoulder for them to leave the room, heading back down the stairs, where he went into the living area, setting the sleeping body on the soft couch made out of leaves and mossy like substances. It was even squishy like an actual cushion, the filling being cotton and tufts of fur, along with a few other fluffy things. Reaching into a woven basket, Prometheus procures a blanket made of woven furs and vines, and it was surprisingly soft. He uses this to cover Wednesday, brushing aside a couple of strands of hair from the young Elf's face, before stepping back, letting out a soft sigh.<br/><br/>He wanted to stay here, to wait for his friend to awaken...but he didn't think he could with Emory here. Would she be able to? Would she want to? He'd not missed how awestruck she'd been as they had walked through the woods earlier, so maybe she would want to stay here. Though the problem was that he didn't know how long it would be... He had to ask though.<span style="font-style: italic">"I want to stay here until he wakes. I want to be here for him, as you were for me, as most likely he will be a bit frightened. He is my good friend and comrade, and I wish to take care of him."</span>He glances away from her, staring at the ground as he continues on, scratching his cheek slightly with his forefinger in a somewhat nervous manner.<span style="font-style: italic">"Would you...perhaps...like to stay? You are more than welcome to go home if you so wish, and I can show you the way. But you are also welcome here too, I know Wednesday would allow you to stay here if it was your desire, so I shall act so in his stead."</span><br/><br/>Lifting his head, he then looks at her, giving another of his half smiles, his eyes shining gently. He minded not either way what choice she picked. The choice he'd made was clear as to what he was doing, and he simply wanted to know hers. There was much to do to pass the time, cleaning up the dirt and debris, trimming the trees and such, straightening things up. It was a big house, and there were many, many more levels to the place. If Prometheus remembered correctly, there were exactly fourteen levels, and four underneath the ground, with a grand total of one hundred and seventeen rooms, including the living room, and bedroom that Emory had already seen. Some weren't accessible without a spell from Wednesday, so those would be inaccessible for the time being, but there were a lot that could be entered.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Whatever you choose, shall be your own decision, and I do not mind whichever you so desire. Just know that if you choose to stay...there are things you must be careful about, and know. The forest can be a dangerous place for humans, even though it may seem kind and gentle. And...if you would like, while we wait, I can show you around."</span>He wasn't used to offering tours, but it was something to do to pass the time if she actually chose to stay with him there at the house while they waited for Wednesday to rest and sleep off the last bit of the magic that was causing him to remain in such a state of slumber.