Elizabeth frowned at Flint's words, listening as he talked about his peoples' customs. She shook her head slightly, even though she heard what he was saying, she couldn't believe it. "Well, someone must have hated the southerners more than they cared about your rebirthing thing." She said, with a small wave of her hand, not really sure what to call it, not trying to offend him even though it may come across that way. "The king told me what happened, he doesn't have any reason to lie." She said with another shake of her head.
Elizabeth didn't doubt that Flint was telling her the truth, but she couldn't believe the king would lie to her, so she decided on a medium ground. She sat there for a few moments longer before slowly getting to her feet, gritting her teeth at the pain in her chest. "When are we going to head out after the book?" She asked, not wanting to sit here, cooped up in Flint's house any longer than necessary. She picked up her bowl to go wash it out, not wanting Flint to have to wait on her, wanting to take care of herself.