Elizabeth Moore
Elizabeth watched Flint a little nervously as he searched his vest for the map, only relaxed when he pulled it out. "Good," She said at his words, rolling her eyes slightly at his joke about her getting hurt. "But I just wanted you take care of me." She said jokingly, her voice sickeningly sweet as she batted her eyelashes, she'd only able to keep it up for a few seconds before she burst out laughing, stopping mid laugh, gasping at the pain in her chest. She groaned quietly, clenching her chest as Flint walked over to the fireplace, then back over to the table with a hot bowl of soup. Her stomach growled quietly as she looked at the soup, but her attention was drawn back to Flint as he spoke. She frowned at his words, shaking her head. "It's not your fault. It was the Mystic." She said, mustering up a small, reassuring smile for Flint, before picking up the spoon and slowly starting to eat the bowl of soup he had brought over to the table.
Elizabeth watched Flint a little nervously as he searched his vest for the map, only relaxed when he pulled it out. "Good," She said at his words, rolling her eyes slightly at his joke about her getting hurt. "But I just wanted you take care of me." She said jokingly, her voice sickeningly sweet as she batted her eyelashes, she'd only able to keep it up for a few seconds before she burst out laughing, stopping mid laugh, gasping at the pain in her chest. She groaned quietly, clenching her chest as Flint walked over to the fireplace, then back over to the table with a hot bowl of soup. Her stomach growled quietly as she looked at the soup, but her attention was drawn back to Flint as he spoke. She frowned at his words, shaking her head. "It's not your fault. It was the Mystic." She said, mustering up a small, reassuring smile for Flint, before picking up the spoon and slowly starting to eat the bowl of soup he had brought over to the table.