When the wolf didn't seem to snap at her or anything of the sort, but rather had touched it's nose to the hand that held the cloth.<span style="font-style: italic">Strange...</span>She thought to herself. But, stepping closer again, she had gingerly dabbed at the spot behind the wolf's ear from where she had just pulled a shard of glass from to clean away the blood and hopefully sooth it. Elizabeth continued doing this, and only had stopped once she was positive that all the glass was free from the wolf's skin, and that the blood was as cleaned up as she could get it.<br/><br/>But before she had the chance to stop, she heard a man's voice outside the door, "It was right here!" They must've been checking for the wolf. She grew stock stiff and still, staring towards the door. And when the handle rattled from the man on the opposite side trying to open the door, she was relieved that she had remembered to lock it upon walking in. And after hearing the voices travel farther away, she let out a deep, audible sigh of relief, then had finished her job of ridding the wolf of the glass, making sure to drop each shard in a little pile on the nearest bed stand that had been beside the bed so it wouldn't be stepped on later.<br/><br/>After the job was finished, which hadn't taken long with her careful and ginger but fast and skillful movements with her small and dainty hands, making it seem as though this were a perfect job for her to do, for she hadn't gotten but a single, small cut on one of her fingers from the glass on accident. Elizabeth went back to the bathroom to wash out the rag the best she could, then leaving it on the edge of the sink. And now that she thought about it, she realized just how tired she was. But would she be able to sleep with a large wolf laying on the foot of the bed?<br/><br/>Thinking this over while having stood in the bathroom, after a few moments, she thought to herself,<span style="font-style: italic">If it was to hurt me, it would've done it already... Right?</span>She made herself believe this statement, and stripped the small jacket of her dress to hang on one of the posts of the bed so she could grab it when she woke up. After this, she had crawled right into the bed and beneath the blankets. Out of reflex, the first thing she did was curl up in a ball on her side, giving her an even smaller appearance.<br/><br/>And just like that she closed her eyes tight immediately, pulling the blankets up to her chin. Since she was little she had always done this. She hated the dark. She could remember at night staring into the darkness, until her eyes would play tricks. There would be figures that would move. And as always, right from the corner of her eyesight. So long ago she had learned, to immediately close your eyes when getting into bed. And if you don't get in fast- Something might grab you. It was silly, maybe, but Elizabeth hated thinking about the unknown. What if there were other creatures out there, that she just didn't know about.<br/><br/>Before she would let herself over think things, she had sighed softly, and made herself relax. Slowly but surely, she had fallen fast asleep. And the more comfortable she got, she slowly had stretched out. But even her small figure couldn't take up the whole bed even if she had tried, and really took up only half of it, if even that. Surprising herself, when she would wake up, she had no nightmares and no uneasiness. She was at ease, and slept peacefully, which was strange. She never felt comfortable in another's home, even if it was just a dorm room.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------<br/><br/>In the morning, Elizabeth was still fast asleep. She wasn't a heavy sleeper, especially at times, but she wasn't a light sleeper either- Unless she felt unsafe. But for some reason- She hadn't, and she slept as peaceful as she ever had in her own dorm, even. In her own bed she was always sprawled out besides the fact that when falling asleep she was always curled up. It always happened. And at that point she was just as sprawled out as always- Though just slightly curled up in her own way.<br/><br/>Laying on her side, almost on her stomach, her long hair was against the pillow, her expression soft while she slept. Her head turned to the side, an arm was still used to hold the edge of the blankets close to herself, while the other lay there limp and close to her chest, clasped loosely in a fist. Her legs were stretched out, though just enough bent to angle her feet to the side, where she couldn't very well reach the end of the bed even if she had tried.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">BOOM BOOM BOOM!</span><br/><br/>She moved slightly from where she laid, though as if this were an alarm clock, she just curled up like a turtle in it's shell, pulling the blankets over her head while curling up in a ball, softly murmuring something to herself that sounded like, "Five more minutes..." Of course this was a bit silly, but she wasn't ever a morning person, and this was no different.<br/><br/>“Well I hope he was worth it love!” At this shout, Elizabeth moved again, though this time she actually woke up, and abruptly sat up as if panicked. She practically kicked the covers off, and for an instant or two she forgot completely where she was and the panic only grew. This wasn't her room- And why were the blankets of the bed stained with blood? Was she bleeding?<br/><br/>A moment later the night before hit her hard, and she slowly relaxed again, but not completely. Where was the wolf that had been at the foot of the bed when she fell asleep last night, the one that had kept her feet rather warm? Elizabeth moved herself so her legs were hanging off the edge of the bed, and she easily spotted who she had immediately recognized as Aleksey. She glanced around for the nearest clock but soon just went with looking outside, and estimating what time it was. Definitely morning. Early, she guessed. When had he gotten back, and why so early?<br/><br/>Rubbing at her eyes as if she were a child, Elizabeth made sure to rub the sleep from her eyes completely before she was already cold, but was too tired to reach over and grab her small jacket to cover her arms again. "Aleksey?" She questioned as if not sure it was actually him, her long hair a bit messy from sleeping though she was beautiful just the same, at this moment when first waking up something about her seeming even more vulnerable and fragile then what she usually appeared as.<br/><br/>"I hope you don't mind... But there was a wolf in your room... And... Yeah..." She murmured tiredly, rubbing at her eyes a bit more before she stood from the bed, her feet still bare with her shoes on the floor somewhere where she had left them when having ran in the first time. "Sorry about your sheets... But it was bleeding..." She was too oblivious and not fully awake to notice much of his wounds yet.