Listening to Aleksey tell what she imagined was something that had happened when getting the scar on his back- Which she imagined was what had only been the start of what would happen else wise, as far as she knew at least. She might not have known everything, or at least not thought to, but she knew enough to know that Aleksey was right. Anyone who wasn't cold hearted wouldn't purposely put that curse upon another.<br/><br/>Noticing the soothing hum of his tone then, Elizabeth had glanced sideways at him before directing her gaze to the floor again. But the action he had made next- she hadn't been expecting it at all. She very nearly cringed at his touch just because she didn't know what to expect, and was surprised at how tender his touch had been. Though this simple action alone was enough to bring a light, soft rosy blush to her cheeks.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure what to say so she didn't say anything. But almost instantly her thoughts were brought back to her own father before Aleksey would speak to her again. Her father, being the business man he was, had rarely ever been there for her anyhow. And that statement only faltered more after her mother had died,at the age of five. She had died in a car crash, but her body had disappeared. The more Elizabeth thought about it, the more upset she always got.<br/><br/>In the car crash their car had flipped. Elizabeth had been present in the car. Though at the time had safely been in her seat. The only real damage had been to the front. She could remember waking up and immediately crying just because she was upside down, first of all, but secondly because her father and mother had been passed out. And, having stared out the window at the icy roads at movement, she had watched some strange man walk to their car.<br/><br/>The man had been tall, at least 6 feet. Black raven hair and emerald green eyes. And... Unnaturally attractive. She had just thought about this... The man had knelt down, after having exited the second car that had been in the crash. Perfectly unharmed. She remembered watching the man lean down, and look at her. "Shh... Don't cry, little one." He had cooed in a voice like music, right before biting into her mothers neck with fangs she hadn't seen before. After the bite, Elizabeth had only cried more. She had watched this man feed- and once he had finished his feeding, he had wiped off his mouth and looked to her father. "Daddy!" She had squealed, and the man had stopped, looking at her with a strange type of sympathy in those cold, steely eyes. He had softly brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and cooed, "Don't fret, little girl. Your father will be fine." And after that she couldn't remember what had happened, but was sure she had passed out.<br/><br/>Some would think that memory should've been a tell tale that she should've easily believed in the supernatural. But with her father being who he was, not so much. She had practically been raised by maids and nursemaids, trying many times to get his attention. But the most she ever got was a pat on the head. Everyone thought how great it must be- having such a rich father. But it didn't mean anything to her, and it never had. Her mother hadn't been there when she woke up, hearing sirens blazing from ambulances.<br/><br/>"Yeah..." Elizabeth murmured, staying stuck in the past a moment longer before standing, and nodding. "Alright. I doubt I'll sleep. But... There are always other things to do." She gave a small shrug, and followed Aleksey over, waiting for him to pick a shirt she could help him put on. Once he did, she took it from him. "Put your injured arm in first.." She ordered first, putting a hand on his arm- a bit above his wrist, to help slip his arm through the correct sleeve of the shirt. She then had to stand on her tip toes to manage to pull it over his head, waiting for him to slip his second arm into the sleeve before pulling the shirt the rest of the way down.<br/><br/>For a moment she just looked at him. She reached a hand to touch the cheek where there were some cuts to be held, softly brushing her thumb over his cheek in the gentlest way possible. "You should get something put on the cuts..." She stated quietly, right before pulling her hand away and moving to grab her shoes on the floor but not to put them on, just to carry them. She preferred going bare foot, strangely enough. "And do you still think I'm in danger? Or will I be able to walk on my own?" She then questioned, half seriously, and half just trying to tease a bit with all that had happened. But she didn't wait for an answer to already be at the door.