Elizabeth simply sat at the table for who knows how long, head in her hands with her elbows against the table, her eyes lightly closed as she was thinking, brows often furrowing. She felt as though she was trying to solve a puzzle that was missing a piece; That one piece being one of the outer ones, more so, one of the most important to help get the rest of the puzzle together. Without an edge the puzzle is flimsy and you can't tell which pieces fit near that single missing piece; And that was exactly how she felt at the time. She was pretty sure she knew what had happened. But what she didn't know was<span style="font-style: italic">why</span>. And that was what she'd wanted to know almost most of all.<br/><br/>She didn't react to the clicking and clacking of claws against the kitchen's tiled floor, but did open her eyes to look down at Aleksey when feeling herself being rubbed against. She gave a weak smile, taking a hand to gently pet his head between the ears, rubbing behind one of them before taking her hand away again. "I don't get it.." She murmured softly, more to herself but also to share with Aleksey. "My mother and my grandmother taken by the same man.. But why?" She looked over at him, almost not having to look down at all, really, with how large he was, but she didn't really mind much.