Elizabeth quickly took action. She wasn't losing Aleksey, not today, not any other day, not on her watch, and sure as hell not when she knew she could do something about it. Getting up quickly, she brushed away the sprite on his chest who easily moved for her but didn't stop hissing at Aleksey, obviously trying to shoo her away from it, too, yet she ignored it. Practically sitting on Aleksey's lap, straddling his waist so she could plant her hands onto his chest, the sprites abruptly all scampered away from the both of them and dashed back into the walls, frightened of something as Elizabeth had started murmuring words in almost a chant like the women at the hill had, except she was practically hissing the words angrily.<br/><br/>From her finger tips, warmth fought against what chill had overcome Aleksey's body, while she continued hissing words in an unknown language as far as Aleksey's mind knew. With her strength practically emanating over the room in tendrils that were unseen to the untrained eye, that warmth from her fingertips would spread farther and farther over Aleksey's chest, forcing the cold and eery sensation that'd gripped him from his body. Yet even when she had managed to force most of it out, there was no place for it to go, and the easiest next target was herself. In her eyes she could see the shadowy form that'd slipped into the house when the door was opened, seeping from Aleksey's body as she forced it out, and it flung at her like a bullet. But she quickly moved one of her hands as if to bat it away, hissing another loud word different from the others.<br/><br/>She would watch as this formed figure almost started taking another form, hissing itself that sounded like a strong breeze whistling through a window opened just a crack, but it slipped out beneath the crack of the door and abruptly it was gone, the heat of the house taking back over. She stopped her angry murmurings and quickly looked down at Aleksey. "Are you alright?!"