Before Elizabeth could answer, Arthur already disregarded the question, and she made a slight face at herself for a moment. Then at what was said, she very nearly seemed to throw a fit, cursing aloud without much care. "Does that mean they killed my cat?" She immediately demanded with a frown set in her features, cursing again. "That's the<span style="font-style: italic">fifth</span>one! Come<span style="font-style: italic">on</span>!" In her frustration she was very nearly growling. It'll just be another move that's required.<br/><br/>"Ah, well.." She sighed now, dragging a hand through her hair, pulling it back from her face for a moment, before it would fall back into place when her hand had gotten through her hair. "Well. I'll just be moving again. That's why I don't carry things with me where I go. I keep them some place special." She snickered slightly to herself. In all reality she loved some of the things she could do as a witch. "Where do you plan going?"