Following along with the group, Phytos felt a little intimidated being paired with their group leader, but with their group's runner going on ahead, he would be sort of alone with the girl, something he wasn't expecting. It's not that he was shy or afraid of girls, he was just overly clumsy when he got nervous, except when in a fight.<br/><br/>The note was passed around and his heart sank when he heard the faculty thought of them as the elite of the school. He did notice that there were no other groups in the cafeteria, but he just assumed the other groups chose somewhere else to meet. Now, learning that there are no other student groups, and that they would be facing the teachers and assistants, he felt intimidated more by the task at hand than the concept of being alone with a girl. He began nervously trotting back and forth as he scanned over the note three times before passing it on. Was the creation of their group made public to the rest of the school? Would he receive more attention because he was now considered elite?<br/><br/>He tried to ignore the rampant thoughts and pulled the bow from his shoulder. He accepted the earpiece and put it on, yet waiting for Elizabeth to start down a path for him to follow, his attention focused on the trees around him as he walked. He stayed silent, and tried to tread as silently as he could, yet keep pace with Elizabeth. He found her pink hair distracting among the greenery around them, sticking out like a sore thumb. He drew an arrow and rested it on his bow, a new one appearing in his quiver where the old one was, thanks to it's enchantment.<br/><br/>They continued on down the path, until the sound of running water could be heard ahead, and soon came to a small river.<br/><br/>"Do we cross here?" he finally spoke to his pink haired companion.