Elizabeth bites her bottom lip, watching Flint and the old woman as they talk, her eyes falling on the piece of parchment paper as the old woman hands it to Flint. Her eyes are still on the parchment when she suddenly feels eyes on her. She looks up at the Mystic of the Mountain, her eyes wide at her words. 'She wants to tell my future?' She thinks uncertainly as she glances at Flint, the concern in his voice makes her worry more, not even caring that he'd used her nickname. She's never seen Flint show concern over her, not in the village when those men attacked or in the forest when they fought those creatures.
Elizabeth glances between the two once more, knowing that they need the map. She slowly nods her head, not showing any fear as she looks at the woman. "I'll pay your price." She says, keeping her voice even, although she's extremely frightened, not sure she wants to know what the future has in store for her. "You can stay if you'd like," She murmurs to Flint, not willing to admit that she wants him to stay, that she feels stronger with him next to her. "What do I need to do?" She asks, turning back to the Mystic of the Mountains.