Emory held him gently as he cried until he finally calmed down. He finally seemed to register her presence, patting her forearm softly. She pulled back a little, giving him room to breathe, watching as he took a deep breath, wiping away the tears with the hand that wasn't still holding onto the picture frame. He thanked her and she shook her head gently. "<span style="font-style: italic">You don't need thank me. What are friends for, hm?</span>" She smiled just a little. At least, she hoped he considered her a friend, or that he would soon, if he didn't now. "<span style="font-style: italic">But you're welcome.</span>" She added gently, studying his profile. Somehow, even like this, he seemed beautiful somehow. Perfect. As she stared into his seemingly brighter green eyes, she couldn't help her instinctive reaction to reach up and gently wipe away the remaining tears that glittered in the moonlight. "<span style="font-style: italic">Sorry.</span>" She quickly spoke up in a gentle whisper as she realized what she had done.<br/><br/>She released him from her embrace when he moved to stand up, standing up as well. The warmth from the embrace slowly slipped away, leaving her feeling almost cold in its absence. She followed him out of the room when he gestured for her to do so. She noted that he still holding the picture to his chest. It must mean a great deal to him. If that wasn't obvious by the fact that whatever memories it held had been enough to literally bring him to his knees. "<span style="font-style: italic">Okay.</span>" She replied gently, nodding when he looked at her before heading down the hall.<br/><br/>She followed him to another door on that floor, which led into another bedroom. It held two beds with a window and a perfect small scale replica of the house in between them. She approached the replica and studied it for a short time, marveling at the details before she looked at the rest of the room. After taking a good look around, she took the remaining bed, lying down and glancing over at Prometheus, who was sitting with his back against the wall. She watched as he drifted off, she assumed unintentionally, given that he remained seated.<br/><br/>She wondered if he was waiting for her to fall asleep first. Her mind, however, was filled with too many thoughts as she searched for some way that she could help him, either by helping him find his friends, assuming they were alive, or helping to wake Wednesday. It made it difficult for her to fall asleep. On top of that, the nightmare she had earlier also made her hesitant to try to sleep. Instead, she laid them, watching him fall asleep. He sort of slumped over to the bed.<br/><br/>She smiled gently and stood from her bed, crossing the room to him. She stared down at his sleeping face for a moment before she moved him gently, so that he would be in a more comfortable position. She then took the blanket and covered him with it, her eyes shifting to the picture that laid face up on the bed next to him. She stared down at the picture for a moment, smiling gently, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "I see." she whispered as she brushed her fingers against it. She then looked back to his sleeping face, reaching over and gently brushing a few strands of hair from his face. "I promise you... I'll do whatever I can to help you find them." she whispered gently, her fingers lingering on his cheek for a moment before they curled back and she sighed lightly, turning and walking back to her bed.<br/><br/>In the end, she ended up lying in bed until the sun came up. She drifted off into a light sleep a few times, but it never lasted long. Instead, she laid there, holding Cessy in her arms, lost in her thoughts, staring at the ceiling, staring out the window, or watching him as he slept. His face looked so innocent, so peaceful, a small smile on his lips as he slept. This made her smile gently, happy to see him this way.<br/><br/>After the sun rose, she finally got out of bed. "Come on, Cessy. Let's go find something to eat, huh?" she stood, heading out of the room. She decided to first stop in the room filled with plants, for two reasons, to get some of the edible things she'd seen earlier, and to get some ingredients for something else. It was an idea she'd had while she lied away through the night. Something that may help Wednesday. It was something she'd read in a book once. It was a combination of some herbs, the dried roots of a plant she was certain she'd seen in the room, and the petals of a flower that bloomed only during the night, and the wee hours of the morning.<br/><br/>One was meant to dry and crush the ingredients, wrap them in a certain leaf, and let it smolder near the person they intended to wake. The combination was supposed to act as a sort of guide for the mind and spirit of someone in a deep slumber, provided they were capable of waking, and their mind and spirit had the desire to be woken. She'd never tried it before, and it'd take a couple of days to prepare, but she thought it was worth a shot. She may not be able to do a lot to help, but she would do whatever she possibly could, and right now, this was all she had.<br/><br/>So, while Prometheus slept, she entered the room, trending carefully, as she was stepping on and over a great many plants. She found the flower first, as it would only be blooming for a short time. She picked a single flower, careful to remove it from the plant in the proper way. She then found the herbs and the root she needed after ensuring that the plant she would need a leaf from when the rest of the ingredients were ready was there. It made her happy to know that there was a chance. So while she looked around and picked some things for them to eat, she had a smile on her face, encouraged for the rest time since they had arrived, that she might be able to help him somehow.<br/><br/>Once she'd gathered a few things, she wandered downstairs and into the kitchen, putting the things she'd picked for them to eat on the kitchen counter, making sure to put the other things separately, in a small basket she'd found in one of the cabinets. She covered it with a cloth and then headed to the pantry, wondering if there was anything there that she could use.<br/><br/>After going through the pantry, she got everything she'd found together and made the best dish she could with what she had. She didn't know about him, but after not eating for twenty-four hours, she was starving. She even managed to find something for Cessy to eat while she cooked. Once she was finished cooking, she found some plates, got the food plated, and headed to the dining room, where she got the table ready. Once it was all ready, she would wake Prometheus.