Elizabeth had a good night's sleep, actually dreaming for once. She'd dreamed about her father, about them training together, the dream brings a smile to her face. But the dream soon turns to a nightmare, as she dreams about the day she found out her father was killed. "Papa," She murmurs in her sleep, tossing a little before sitting up right in the bed. "Papa," She says again, her heart racing in her chest as she glances around the room. It takes a few moments for her mind to wake up, to realize where she is. Once it all clicks, she blushes slightly, hoping Flint hadn't heard her.
Elizabeth slowly gets to her feet, seeing Flint cooking something. She smells the air, the delicious smell hitting her. "Hey, did you finally catch something?" She teases as she slowly walks over to the table and sits down, running a hand through her tangled blonde hair. She grabs her bag, pulls out her brush, and slowly starts to brush out the knots. "It smells good, whatever it is." She murmurs, watching Flint and the cauldron.