Emory wasn't surprised in the slightest that he seemed incredibly cautious of her. Why wouldn't he be cautious? He woke up in a strange place, had no idea where he was, and all of the sudden some random girl was talking to him in a language he didn't understand. That would make anyone cautious, especially someone cautious by nature, although she couldn't confirm for certain that he was, she simply suspected it. With that in mind, she was careful not to invade his space, make any weird or sudden movements, or do anything else that may otherwise startled him.<br/><br/>When she returned with the food, she found him looking out the window at the cars going by, appearing almost bewildered by them. This made her wonder. Where had had come from? She was beginning to suspect that he hadn't just fallen through the sky, but perhaps also through time. How or why, she didn't know. She wasn't even sure she believed it was possible. But then again, before this morning she probably wouldn't have believed it was possible for an elf to fall from the sky, either. So the bar for what was normal and possible was pretty low right at this very moment. The more she watched him interact with the environment, the more convinced she became that he wasn't from this time. Never mind the fact that he was an elf and they had been extinct for a millennium, assuming they existed at all, which they obviously had--or did, apparently?<br/><br/>After skirting the couch carefully and then sniffing the water, he finally drank it. He made a funny face, as if it tasted funny, but he drank it. After setting the glass back on the table, he finally introduced himself. "Prometheus, huh? That's a cute name." she smiled, nodding. "<span style="font-style: italic">Yes. I am Emory.</span>" She replied, using these words more confidently after hearing him pronounce them. "How..." she mumbled to herself as she tried to find the right words to use, "<span style="font-style: italic">Nice to meet you.</span>" She spoke in a friendly voice. Well, that was what she wanted to say. In reality, when she thought about it, she knew it wouldn't quite translate the same and it'd probably come out more like "nice to acquaintance you," but she guessed it would get the point across. "No... That's not right." she half muttered, her brows scrunching together in a frown as she pursed her lips before shrugging. "Oh well. I guess it can't be helped for the moment."<br/><br/>She tilted her head curiously, watching as he sniffed the food before eating it with his hands, rather than the fork she'd given him. At least he didn't make a big mess? It was odd, given that she'd never seen someone actually do that, other than at festivals or places where they reenacted older times, but she supposed it was the way he was used to eating, so she didn't say anything. They could work on the skill of using a fork another day. That was, of course, assuming that he didn't think she was a weirdo and run off somewhere or something.<br/><br/>When he finished the food, he bowed his head slightly and thanked her for the food, which he called delicious, or at least she thought that was how it translated. She grinned and nodded. "<span style="font-style: italic">You're welcome</span>." She replied in a more cheerful voice. She then picked up the dishes and took them to the kitchen, rinsing them off real quick before returning and taking her seat. "So... Ummm..." she thought for a second, once again pulling words from a previously unused and definitely incomplete vocabulary. "<span style="font-style: italic">Your swords?</span>" was the best she could manage, gesturing to the side where his swords had been. "Ummm...<span style="font-style: italic">I... take you?</span>" She offered, hating how broken the communication was, but knowing it was at least better than nothing.<br/><br/>"Hmmm. You can't very well go out looking like that, though... People will stare. Granted, they probably will anyways, but best not give them any more reason to." she spoke to herself more than him. "<span style="font-style: italic">Hold on.</span>" She held up a finger and stood, disappearing up the stairs behind him to her older brother Oliver's old room. She rummaged through the clothes he had left behind. Her choices were pretty limited, but at least they were similar in size. She found everything he'd need, including a red shirt with buttons, a pair of jeans, and some sneakers. "Good enough. Now, let's hope he's willing to change." she sighed a little, wondering if he would be.<br/><br/>She shook her head and headed back down, turning off the light and closing the door as she left the room. "Only one way to find out." she said to herself as she walked back down the stairs, clothes and shoes in hand. She approached the couch, careful to go slow and be as non-threatening as possible. She sat the clothes near him and took a step back. "Ummm.<span style="font-style: italic">You dress in these clothes?</span>" She asked, hoping he'd figure out that she was wanting him to change into the clothes. She then gestured to the bathroom in the hall where he could change. "<span style="font-style: italic">You can dress in there.</span>" she offered, watching and wondering whether or not he would.