As Emory left the room she just barely heard the words '<span style="font-style: italic">I will</span>.' She felt a warmth in her heart, holding her hand across her chest, close to her heart, smiling as she did. She didn't know why he chose to believe in her any more than she knew why his belief effected her so much. Why it made her feel like she could accomplish anything. Nevertheless, her heart soared at the words and further strengthened her determination, and her confidence. She could do this. She would help him. It would work. It had to. There was no room for doubt. If he believed in her, then she had to believe in herself. After all, she couldn't let him down, and if she didn't believe in herself, she certainly would.<br/><br/>She glanced at him as he eyed the herbs she'd given him, studying them. She wondered if he was wondering what she was doing. He must be. Yet he didn't ask. She was thankful for that. After all, she didn't want to get his hopes up, on the off chance that this didn't work. No, that wasn't the way she should be thinking. She had just told herself that she would believe in herself, that she would succeed, that she would help him. Rather than keep it a secret because she was worried, she would keep it a secret as a surprise. Imagine the look on his face when Wednesday woke up? How happy he would be. She could just see the smile on his face, the fire rekindled in his eyes. Yes. That was what would happen. Definitely.<br/><br/>She watched him carefully dry the herbs, skillfully managing to dry them without damaging them. She knew it was something simple, but she couldn't help but feel a bit amazed by him. She tried not to stare too long, lest she seem weird or spaced out. Instead she asked him about twenty questions, which he said he'd never played, as she expected. It was a human thing, and even then, it became popular after his time. Still, he agreed to play, which elicited a grin from her, as she had been hoping he would agree. It was a great chance for her to learn more about him, after all. More importantly, he had smiled. It was small, but it was still a smile, and she could see at least a little more light in his eyes, which made her even happier than his agreement to play along.<br/><br/>She gave him a bright smile, obviously excited, although perhaps not for the reason he might think. That grin of his... She hoped she could see more of it. She liked it. It was definitely preferable to seeing him sad as he had been before. "<span style="font-style: italic">Yeah. Any question is fine. Go ahead.</span>" She nodded when he asked if he could try first. He asked about her age. She could have teased him about not asking a woman her age. Anyone else and she might have, but she thought that it might be lost on him, so it was best to just answer. "<span style="font-style: italic">I'm nineteen.</span>" She replied with a smile. "<span style="font-style: italic">That's probably pretty young in your world, huh?</span>" She asked, recalling that not only were elves immortal, but children were uncommon, so most of the elves, while they may look her age, were truly much older. "<span style="font-style: italic">How old are you?</span>she asked before pausing and narrowing her eyes thoughtfully. "<span style="font-style: italic">Wait... does that count as my question?</span>" She wondered to herself before shrugging.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Well... if it doesn't count, then...[i]" she paused, a thoughtful look on her face as she tried to pick something simple that wasn't easily deduced. "[i]What if your favorite animal?</span>" She asked curiously. It might seem sort of random, but it actually usually told more about a person than one might think, and it seemed simple and innocent enough. She'd almost asked about his favorite color, but she thought that was easy enough to figure out on her own. She wasn't ready to ask him anything like what he disliked, like she did last time. So something like this was easier. It gave her some information and, hopefully, didn't cause him any discomfort.