Elizabeth watched Flint curiously as he walked over to the fire place and picked up a piece of wood. She quickly cleaned the bowl then walked back over to the bed, gritting her teeth against the pain. She turned her attention back to Flint when he spoke up. "I'm fine. It's going to take more than that to keep me down." She said with a small laugh. "We could head out now if you'd like." She added, not wanting to be the one holding them back. She gritted her teeth again as she leaned forward a little, to look at the map. "How far is it from here?" She asked, her eyes traveling over the map, trying to figure it out.