A small smile came to her features as she was nudged closer, and to see Aleksey scoot a little closer as well, but she was relieved, and at the same time still trying to be careful not to hurt him from how close they were. That always ever seemed to be her goal, to minimize the pain that he felt. But.. She only ever seemed to be able to make it worse. The thought tugged at her heart, again.<br/><br/>"What?" Elizabeth immediately questioned. His own father.. That sounded.. Horrid. His own father having nearly killed him once, she figured, and again just recently.. She couldn't imagine how that'd feel, and from the look on his face she regretted asking him to finish telling her about it. She was about to talk about something random, when he mentioned her book. She sighed softly at just the memories that came with it, and when she glanced back at where she had been sitting, she had to blink twice at herself. The book was sitting there where she'd been sitting. She didn't recall bringing it in with her.. She'd left it in her bags, back at the house, as far as she'd been able to tell. But then, why was it there?<br/><br/>Not mentioning it, and figuring she'd just mindlessly brought it, like a child with their teddy bear, it was usual she brought it everywhere, but she still couldn't recall... Carefully she reached over to grab the book casually, trying not to move Aleksey too much while she did from how close she was, then turning back to him when she had it, looking down at the old and weathered looking book in her hands.<br/><br/>"My grandmother gave it to me.." She answered quietly, not wanting to wake Aleksey's brother, who also was in the room, speaking in almost a whisper as she brushed her hand over the front of the books hard cover. "I only ever liked to read it, because it tells information on werewolves, vampires, witches, and things like that.." The witches section had always seemed the biggest part of the book, in the back. "And.. My grandmother always used to tell me stories about those kinds of things.. So it was fun to read this, and remember her after she was gone.. But, I'd never expected for vampires and werewolves to be real. But I guess I didn't expect a lot of things." She gave a small scrunch of her nose at herself, hoping she was distracting Aleksey well enough.<br/><br/>"I think my grandmother wrote it. There're pictures, too.." She opened the book as if he were a child and she were to read it to him and show him the pictures, but when she flipped to the first page, the words that usually read, '<span style="font-style: italic">For, Elizabeth</span>', moved before her eyes to read, '<span style="font-style: italic">Treasure this, always hold it close, and you'll always have a part of me</span>'. She'd never seen those before. She blinked and rubbed at her eyes with her face contorting in confusion while she turned the book to Aleksey, pointing to where the words were. "Read that." She stated, though to anyone else it'd still simply read, '<span style="font-style: italic">For, Elizabeth</span>'.<br/><br/>She took the book back after a moment, not even waiting to see if Aleksey would read the words or not to study it again. As before, the words moved and changed, but she'd never seen that before. Was she that tired? She turned the page, and hoped to ignore it. "Anyhow.." She murmured to herself, mainly. When she had turned the page, that was naturally the Index of the book, stayed the same, and she sighed in relief.<span style="font-style: italic">Thank god...</span>But all of a sudden the words were moving again, shifting and changing, reordering how they were naturally written. Only the first few lines caught her attention though.<br/><br/>'<span style="font-style: italic">If you can read this, Elizabeth, know there's nothing wrong with you. Don't tell your father, whatever you do, if the bastard of a man is still around. I'm sorry I didn't have time to tell you. Your mother shielded this from you, but I knew it wouldn't last forever. You're a witch, my dear, and if you don't believe me turn the page and follow the instructions, but do it while you're alone. I'm sorry I'm not there to guide you, but I hope you've found someone you can trust.</span>' It was still in her grandmother's writing. But it was absurd.<br/><br/>Quickly she closed the book without a word towards Aleksey, and if anything her face seemed pale as if she'd seen a ghost. "I.. Lets chance subjects.."