Emory wondered what he was thinking as he observed their surroundings, but she didn't ask. It was none of her business. If he wanted to share, he would share. If not, she wouldn't pry. His thoughts were his own, and they barely knew each other. She couldn't expect him to trust her enough to pour his heart out even if she did ask.<br/><br/>She walked closer as he did and tilted her head slightly, observing him as he knelt next to the place where he had landed and observed it. She noticed the slightly singed tips of some of the blades of grass, wondering what could have caused it. She could only assume it was magic, crazy as it may sound, but she had no way of confirming it. Still, it was the only thing that made sense. How sad was it when magic and time travel were the answers that made the most sense? It was very weird indeed.<br/><br/>She wondered about the frown that tugged at his lips as he observed the area. Had he found something? She thought he must have, based on the small reaction, his actions, and the time he lingered there. What he found and how helpful it was, she couldn't say, but she thought that maybe, just maybe, he had found something. Something she couldn't see, or feel, most likely. Which could only mean magic.<br/><br/>After a short time he pulled up a few blades of grass, opening his hand and letting them blow away before asking her a question and then standing up. She was certain this time that she saw sadness in his eyes as he turned his attention from her to the forest, and then spoke again, asking if she had ever lost a friend, which she could only assume was because, given his current situation, he had probably surmised that all of his friends were gone. She was about to answer when he shook his head and told her never mind. She couldn't help but feel sadness tug at her heart as she watched him.<br/><br/>He then pointed to the trees, his eyes locked on her, asking if she wanted to go to the forest. "<span style="font-style: italic">Yes!</span>" She replied without a moment of hesitation, her voice probably a little too excited. She wasn't quite sure why he asked her to go. It wasn't like he needed her. All she had to offer him was knowledge, a keen eye, and some company. She was fast and agile, which was great for running away, but she wasn't all that strong, certainly not compared to him. Still, she was happy. Whether it was because he actually enjoyed her company or because she would finally get to see the forest, she wasn't sure, but she was happy.<br/><br/>She let him lead her this time, following as he walked towards the forest. She was quiet for a little while as they walked, before finally speaking up. "Ummm... About your questions before." she spoke in English, as she was used to, before shaking her head. "<span style="font-style: italic">I do have friends. A few.</span>" She replied to the first question. "<span style="font-style: italic">I have lost friends, too.</span>" She added, hesitating, as she looked up at the sky, her red hair tossed around lightly by a gust of wind. "<span style="font-style: italic">Not as many as you, though, I suspect.</span>" She turned her gaze back to him and gave him a smile, although this time it was tainted with a hint of sadness, probably more for him than for herself. After all, he'd lost everyone he'd ever known, everyone he loved. Whatever she may have experienced was nothing comparatively.