Nodding once in agreement to talk once they lost the soldiers following behind them somewhere, Elizabeth simply went with Arthur and didn't argue about which path to take, or not to take. As soon as they hit even the slightest of inclines though, she felt as though she could've just stopped there and she wouldn't have argued about any of it. But, she urged herself on, the words of encouragement not helping a whole lot, but enough that they kept her from simply falling right there and then each time she felt about ready to.<br/><br/>Each step felt as though she were being stabbed right in the bullet wound, simply causing more shocks of pain running up her spine. Naturally, she wasn't very fond of pain, but she didn't know anyone who was. Yet when Arthur stumbled to his knees she very nearly did the same but kept herself standing, trying to help tug him up until he was standing again.<br/><br/>Just as she felt she was about to drop just the same, Arthur had slumped against one of the trees, and her hand was released. "Okay.. Good.." She murmured, but didn't seem to care much about losing them as she was the wound. The moment she stopped walking, not even caring to slump against any tree, she lifted the side of her ruined and blood stained shirt to reveal her wound, which was in the general area of her lower ribs, closer to her stomach.<br/><br/>Very nearly gagging at the sight of the blood oozing from the wound, Elizabeth had to do all she could not to just pass out from the sight. She hated blood. But, she had to get the bullet out. Clenching her jaw almost tight enough she thought she'd crack her teeth, she held her free hand right over the wound, hovering about an inch away though her hands were shaking violently, her other hand holding up her shirt only enough so she could see the wound without being over an inch close to it.<br/><br/>She tried taking deep breaths then, in and out, in and out, before she had started murmuring words required for what she was about to do, though none would understand it unless they were also a witch. Gasping and cringing in pain though it didn't seem that anything was happening for a moment, slowly but surely the bullet, covered in her own blood, ended up in her held out hand right above the wound. Immediately she dropped it and very nearly passed out there, but shook her head at herself and pressed her hand against the wound as hard as she could with another flinch and a loud gasp from the pain.<br/><br/>After a few more murmurs she took away her now blood covered hand. And though the wound certainly hadn't healed, it had been bound closed, with some marking around it which was suppressing the blood from oozing out any further.