Elizabeth wasn't sure how much Flynn would tell Amora about her; so she tried to stay silent, not betraying any fact that she possessed a little intuition more than most humans.  She took out a black bow; moving her hands over it, the color suddenly turned a bright blue; something more cheery than the colors of this forest.  Grabbing the locks of Amora's hair, she gently placed the bow in the back of her head.  It was definitely odd; but she attributed to the fact that Flynn was cursed at a young age and his memories of life as a human must have frozen in time.<br/><br/>"You should rather be asking, do you want him?  I know, who wants a foul demon?  No one call fall in love with a person so quickly, or so they say.  If you could, things would go easier.  If not, you are probably not going to like what he says to you.  That is why I'm here; I refused to comply with his request.  I love him like a friend now.  And he is our only hope of survival, maybe one day we will live in large cities again like we used to.  And meet many different people and love again like we used to.  But until then, Flynn will always be a demon hoping to break his curse."<br/><br/>Leaning in to Amora, Elizabeth whispered, "Go into the hut over there; there are dresses of many different colors and sizes - pick whatever one you wish."<br/><br/>A familiar voice boomed up the village.  "Is my new friend ready to talk to me now?"