Elizabeth let her hands be taken away, though the frown stayed on her face as she seemed to inspect the bruise a bit longer. Though, she sat beside Ethan when he scooted over, crossing her legs Indian style while she sat there, hands clasped together and in her lap between her legs, against the bed. "Yeah.. She's cute." She answered, looking over at Ethan.<br/><br/>"Well... They shouldn't scare you, really." She stated then, looking down at the bed. "They're just smaller versions of us, really." She added, playing with the sheets of the bed with her hands a little. "But the best thing to do for a fear... Is to face it. But... Sometimes that's harder to do then to say it.." She paused a moment, looking over at him again before back down at the bed. "I've been afraid of the dark since I was little. I know it's childish." She gave a small shrug. "But you could say that I'm not afraid of the dark... I'm afraid of what's -in- the dark... And what might be hiding there... The unknown..."