"No, I haven't been hiding 'in these woods'." Elizabeth retorted with a small sigh and a shake of her head at Arthur. She, in truth, hadn't ever met another witch. Her mother and father hadn't been with her ever since she could remember, and instant an old man practically raised her, though he might as well have been her father anyhow. She didn't mind, of course, and now was grateful, because he didn't judge her for her skills, but it had been a bit... Different.<br/><br/>"I didn't break out of anything. Ever since I was.. Sixteen," When her skills 'really' developed, "Those dumb asses were after me. Do you know how many times I've had to move because of them?" She scoffed towards no one in particular, though if one of the soldier men were there, it'd have to be towards them.<br/><br/>Now bugging her with her OCD problems, she stepped close enough to Arthur to pluck the twigs from his hair one by one, until she was sure there wasn't a single one left, and his hair was perfectly neat without even a hair out of place. "There." She stated, making a slight face at him.